How Australian is this? A beautiful Sulphur-crested Cockatoo perched high in a native tree.
Those of us who take the time and opportunity to visit Australian bushland, very frequently are rewarded by sights such as this.
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Let’s continue our focus on birds.
Although each of these feathered friends are common in the local bushland park, it is not so usual to see them together. Each prefers the company of their own kind, it seems. But here we have a frame containing both an Australian Magpie and a Sulphur-crested Cockatoo. Such good-looking birds!
Enjoy!
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Hello, World, Here I Am!
This Sulphur-crested Cockatoo seems quite pleased with itself as it overlooks the picnic grounds at our local park.
What other bird always puts a smile on ones face?
There’s something quite uniquely appealing – captivating- about these Australian parrots.
Who makes their presence most felt in the Australian bush,:the Sulphur-crested Cockatoo with its spectacular flocks and unmistakable screech, or the Kookaburra with is striking plumage and well-loved laugh?
I’ve shown you recently some photos of the Cockies, so this time the kookaburra can hog the spotlight.
Here is one I snapped recently in the local bush.
The Australian bushland is home to so many intriguing birds, not least of which is the Sulphur-crested Cockatoo.
Call them noisy, call them destructive, but in the wild these characters provide endless entertainment and interest.
Whether gliding, swooping,squawking or nesting, they tend to make their presence felt.
Here is one I snapped quite recently in our local bushland park.
Enjoy!
Sure, they screech, bite, and are notorious for damaging woodwork on buildings. Yet, in their natural state, they seem to me to be lovable clowns: and masters of all they survey.
Recently, Ron and I have watched a most diligent, big white, sulphur-crested bird, gnawing away at the base of huge dead branch of a (very) live gum tree. Day after day, we see him: creating endless piles of wooden debris on the cemented path, below: making a home for himself and his mate.
Every now and then, he rests, and takes in the world around. A world of trees, flowers, insects, other birds, animals: and we humans. I wonder what he makes of us.
I watch with something like envy as, seemingly without effort, he flies away.
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