The whole town was inundated with a huge mob of White-tailed Black Cockatoos, Calyptorhynchus latirostris.
There must have been 50 or 60 of them.
They were destroying everything in sight, especially the bottlebrushes which are at their lushest right now -- much to the chagrin of hay-fever sufferers like yours truly.
No wonder they're called the bikies of the air.
But they are a wonderful sight and you can't help but love their cheeky grins as they go about destroying people's hard-grown gardens.
At one point, I had to cross the road to get past a tree hanging over the footpath that was practically raining gumnuts.
One of those on the scone from a great height and ... no more Minjup Diary!
Half a dozen or so came right into the yard to set about my own Callistemons.
I got up really close (hence assuring myself that they were indeed latirostris and not the much less likely baudinii) but they flew off on Sledgesight.
So the dilemma of decision between birds and bushes solved itself.
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