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.