It must be January

In the neighbour’s macadamia tree, a furtive Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. He is a wiley old chap, hasn’t told his friends about it and sneaks over on his own. They usually hang out in gangs like this:

but he has probably told his mates he is visiting his mom. He has been doing it for a couple of years and the only give-away is that the cast off shells fall on the tin roof of the kid’s cubby house, alerting all and sundry as to what he is up to.

3 thoughts on “It must be January

  1. So amazing to me that this can be a bird that flies free and visits you! We had one in a cage, poor thing. My old man got him from an old lady in Pietermaritzburg in KwaZulu Natal who had had it for – you know – forty years, and then he had it for – you know – forty years. These numbers don’t get reduced. They grow.
    And we grew up with Jacko. Who suddenly laid an egg and became ‘she,’ but kept her name Jacko. Poor thing.

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