Cockatoo Antics
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 18 Dec 2015 23:57
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Cockatoo
Antics
 The first evening here at Cammeray
Marina was a cockatoo fest. The first shouts happened at around half past five
with a couple of birds that flew across from behind right of us, heading over
the water and away off our left. Half an hour later several more. Half past
seven the full event began. We looked out of the kitchen window and saw these
four taking a half way break, time indeed to shout at
one another, presumably how the day had gone and chit chat stuff.
 A shout much closer and we looked up
to see we had our own chap at the top of Beez mast,
sitting on the electronic wind vane. The sight took us back to seeing an osprey
sitting in a similar position on a boat in Titusville. I was all cooing about it
but the owner said each visit had a cost element with damage done. Oh well,
hopefully ours is just checking out the new mast in the area, shorter then the
rest no one is going to use it as a superior perch.
 Next door, to our left, a pair got themselves settled – the VHF aerial proving to
be such a twangy affair that wings had to be used to get a bit of
balance.
   For a big bird weighing in at a kilo,
the waggling, skinny perch was indeed a
challenge.
   We were in fits watching the comedy above us, at one point the bird was dangling
upside-down, shouting at the top of his voice and sounded as if he was swearing
his head off. His mate had had enough of the lack of showmanship and finesse and
flew off quite offended.
A new chap flew in and looked down to our call.
After our brief acknowledgment he got down to some serious chewing.
  
Meanwhile, on a shroud, there was some deep preening going on.
   Despite hundreds of miles of rigging
these two argued loudly. The lower one ran up to bite
the feet of the higher one and kept at it until he was the
victor.
 Chewing done for
the day, our new friend gave one last shout and was gone. All quiet by
eight o’clock.
Whilst I was in hospital Bear told me
a cockatoo story. One evening after he got home, it had been raining a bit and
the wind was up. One chap stood on the windex beside Beez and another was
sitting two boats down on the opposite side of the pontoon. Each was going round
in circles on their respective wind spinners and as they came face to face
shouted at each other. Like a scene from Saturday Night at the London Palladium,
the birds may not have been the Tiller Girls but they certainly had the feather
hair-dos. Do we look forward to this every day ??? Mmm, we hope to.
ALL IN ALL SO
AMUSING
FUNNIEST THING I’VE SEEN IN A LONG
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