... and Hardy

Here's the underside of the previous parrot's colleague.

A cheap shot, I know.

But if he can rest on his laurels, then so can I.

A real, live parrot!!

Regular perusers of parrots on this blog may have recognised the dearth of living parrots here of late.

That's because the flighty little blighters are pretty hard to snap and, frankly, I'm not that dedicated.

Anyway, here's a rainbow lorikeet for you. It was demolishing somebody's fig tree on Lefroy Road in South Fremantle today.

For the record, galahs, black cockies and corellas have also been pretty prolific of late. I have no snaps of these, but thought you might be interested.

Toucan play at that.

Fans of real, live parrots (as opposed to stuffed or drawn-up ones) can now rest easy, as the fellow above is the last specimen collected from my extensive European holiday.

And what better way to end it all with a pic' of Europe's favourite parrot, the macaw.

The toucan below looks like its bracing for an onslaught of Macaw droppings.

Masked parrot of TISM

To me, he'll only ever go by the name "Zorro".

Now, hang on a cotton-pickin' minute!

I do hope this cute Blue-crowned hanging parrot was so named because it likes hanging around the Malay Peninsula - and not because it was hanged by some overzealous Malaysian official who didn't like what it was trying to smuggle into the country.

Mealy mouth

This inoffensive-looking fella must have one of the most unflattering names in all of parrothood.

It's most undeserved, I'm sure.

Palm Saturday

Until my next holiday to the north of Western Australia, or to the Northern Territory, where these fine-schnozzered parrots still darken the sky as they fly on by, you'll have to be content with this somewhat bedraggled specimen.

(Again from the Natural History Museum in London)