The title is an homage to one of my favourite children’s books, Quentin Blake’s Cockatoos.
Each morning Professor Dupont, a dapper chap, jumps out of bed, takes a shower, cleans his teeth, gets dressed, ties his tie, adjusts his spectacles and goes downstairs. He goes into his conservatory and there are all his cockatoos. He throws wide his arms and says:
“Good morning, my fine feathered friends!”
Which is exactly what I want to say when I visit my tulips each morning.
So I just thought I would devote this post to the most marvellous parrots that I have seen this tulip time. I will let them do the squawking. So that you don’t get parroted out, I have chucked a couple of fringed and peony-flowered tulips in too.
These tulips were photographed at Perch Hill (Sarah Raven’s Open Garden) on Saturday. I will post more on Perch Hill later in the week.
First ‘Victoria’s Secret’:
‘What a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive’. (Walter Scott)
Next a fringed tulip, not a parrot at all, but still rather marvellous. I saw the pinky peachy lilac ‘Louvre’ at Dixter. Here is ‘Louvre Orange’:
I know I have already photographed ‘Antraciet’ a lot, but mine went over so quickly (getting sunburn) I feel I haven’t quite had my fill. Here she is looking cherrylicious:
Back to the parrots. And what a parrot! ‘Apricot Parrot’.
Next, ‘Slawa’, which is also on the list for next year. I love the feathering on the outside of the petals.
Next, ‘Cerise Parrot’:
And finally one which may set some teeth on edge. When I have seen online photos of Tulipa ‘Blumex’ it has resembled a horrific but compelling bruise. It was not so gruesome in the flesh.
Parrot tulips always seem to evoke a strong reaction. They are the Marmite tulips: you love them or hate them. Can you guess which camp I’m in? How about you?