The name has a story.
I lived in Bad Cannstatt two years ago, and the neighborhood has a story most people walk past every day without knowing. In 1984, a yellow-headed Amazon parrot escaped from its owner in Stuttgart. A second one followed shortly after. Those two love-birds found each other, settled in the parks around Bad Cannstatt, and started breeding. Today there are around sixty of them. It is one of Europe's most unusual feral parrot populations, and likely the continent's only established wild colony of yellow-headed Amazons. They nest in old London Plane trees in the local parks, and if you walk through the Cannstatt Kurpark just after sunrise, you'll hear them before you see them. What I admire most is the determination of that first parrot. A tropical bird in Stuttgart is, on paper, a ridiculous idea. But it stayed, endured the winters, found a mate, and made a life. There is something wonderfully reassuring in that. A bit of grit, a bit of luck, and suddenly the impossible starts to look almost natural. Das Glück ist mit den Tüchtigen feels appropriate here. Or in less elegant terms: the lucky bastard simply held on, and it worked out. I find that a surprisingly good principle for building anything worthwhile.