The flock — those loud, green, gloriously clumsy characters who've made the hilltop park their home — has been spotted again doing what they do best: being utterly adorable while face-planting off tree branches. If you haven't witnessed a wild parrot misjudge a landing, you haven't truly lived in San Francisco.

For the uninitiated, SF's feral parrot colonies have been a beloved fixture of the city for decades. The Corona Heights flock is one of several groups of cherry-headed conures (and their hybrids) that somehow thrive in our microclimates, proving that even birds would rather deal with $4,000 rent than leave the Bay Area.

Here's what we love about the parrots: they ask for nothing. No city funding. No oversight committee. No five-year strategic plan requiring a $2 million consulting contract. They just show up, screech at sunrise, bonk into things, and bring genuine joy to everyone who crosses their path. If only more of San Francisco's institutions operated with this level of efficiency.

Corona Heights Park itself remains one of the city's underrated gems — rocky outcrops, sweeping views, and now a free avian comedy show. It's the kind of simple public good that reminds you why people fall in love with this town in the first place, before they see their property tax bill.

So if your week has been rough — and let's be honest, in this economy, whose hasn't — take a walk up to Corona Heights. The parrots won't solve your problems, but watching a bird completely whiff a landing might just recalibrate your perspective.

Nature's clowns. Always free. Always worth it.