The trouble with playing chess with the resident wild parrot is that she - and it is a she; there's nothing wrong with me, you know - follows all my moves parrot-fashion.
And that despite her partner on the verandah outside - seen at the bottom of the photograph - is trying to give her helpful hints. He's a male, of course, since she hasn't fallen victim to the "YES" campaign.
Unlike Flaubert's parrot, this one is very much alive and keeps following me around. Your move, mate!