This morning I watched two white cockatoos fight off crows around the town hall clock. I love watching birds but I especially love cockatoos. They are so beautiful and striking yet they make the most horrible racket. When we lived on 20 acres they’d decorate trees and you could hear them from miles away. Squabbles and squawks that are just so very funny.
A few hours later I am walking home and hear all this crackling and mumbling and I look across the road to a rather slight wattle tree with the largest amount of yellow tailed black cockatoos I have ever seen at the one time. There must have been over twenty of them. They were feasting and babbling away and I am just so happy after seeing them. How lucky we are.