Tuesday, 27 February 2007

Pretty Polly

Trees reverberate with the bright chatter of colourful parrots – Cockatoos, Galahs, Rosellas , King Parrots – feeding on a gourmet feast of seeds. With a flash of red, blue, green the flock flutters and glides across the sky and alights at the next stop in their wild progressive supper. Dropping to the ground they nibble at fallen bounty but at the sound of footsteps rise in noisy alarm and resettle in a distant tree.


King Parrot in my garden

Bright, beautiful parrots live in Blue Mountains forests and visit our gardens all year round. At this time of year the King Parrots especially like the maples in my garden.

Words to Walk With:
From The Buladelah-Taree Holiday Song Cycle by Les Murray
“The birds saw us wandering along.
Rosellas swept up crying out we think we think; they settled farther along knapping seeds off the grass, under dead trees where their eggs were, walking around on their fingers,
flying on into the grass.

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