Cockatoos

Cocatoos fly around wild and free.  They look beautiful to me, their brilliant white plumage in sharp contrast to the luscious green lawns surrounding them.

“They’re beautiful, but a pest,” said Fern.  “If a flock of them decides they like your roof and settle on it, they can peck the edges to pieces.”

We saw another cockatoo in Tamworth in a large cage outside the hotel where we were being hosted for dinner.  “Hello,” it said as we watched it.  “Hello,” it repeated.  Delighted, we replied but then we had to go inside.  “Goodbye,” we said.

It sent us off with a lewd wolf whistle.