Wild gravity

Here is Hazel and my all time favourite parrot - the immortal Woo - being groomed by his mother, Waxy Balls.

This pic' is both sweet and sour. Sweet, because Woo was sweet. Sour because the dark patch on his forehead was the first sign of the beak and feather disease that would eventually kill him.

Poor Woo. He was one of a kind.

Pecking order

Another blast from a Canberra spring gone by for you to enjoy.

There was a definite pecking order with these sulphur crest cockatoos, though occassionally a rogue cocky would fly in and upset the applecart.