Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I want his hair..

This guy cracks me up. He swoops down when I'm hanging out the washing, and then hangs around quite cheekily until I give him some bread (and then proceeds to eat it from the safety of our flagpole). Which is not really the right thing to do - he is native, and bread is not. However, I do appreciate his visits and my stand-up routine will only keep his attention for so long. Solution: buy native birdseed tomorrow.


Ballarat Vintage Style said...

What a cute little punk.

Iris said...

@Ballarat Vintage Style: he really is, I hope he continues to hang around with us!

kimberlee said...

sometimes Australia looks so charming! its hard to imagine wild cockatoos. When I first moved to NZ and saw a pair of colourful wild parrots, I thought they had escaped from a pet shop! :)