a black cockatoo
it's spring time here in my beautiful valley and a gang of rare black cockatoos have decided to visit.
they have been shredding out trees in search of grubs, they're a mad mob. screeching like prehistoric beasts through our spring skies.
the grasses here sometimes make me sneeze. that and the camphor balls mum puts in the cupboards to protect the woollen goods. here's me fusing sensibilities....
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