There is a flock of wild sulphur-crested cockatoos living the high life in my urban neighbourhood. Like many native Australian birds they are flashy, raucous, opportunistic, marvelous. Their black currant eyes shine with tenderness and calculation. My friend Kate drew a cartoon of me as a cockatoo for my 30th birthday, long ago. I think they are my dreaming animal.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Cacatua galerita
There is a flock of wild sulphur-crested cockatoos living the high life in my urban neighbourhood. Like many native Australian birds they are flashy, raucous, opportunistic, marvelous. Their black currant eyes shine with tenderness and calculation. My friend Kate drew a cartoon of me as a cockatoo for my 30th birthday, long ago. I think they are my dreaming animal.
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Urban, flashy, raucous, opportunistic... you *are* talking about birds, right?
Raucous is exactly the sound they make, Cissy!
Thanks for the bloggin advice too. I love to Blog....maybe too much....
mr jam: Yes that's right, Australian birds. Who else. er, I mean, what else?
frog: Welcome gentle amphibian. Gotta love a bloggin' frog.
I thought about inserting "American" somewhere in the word-line but decided it might be redundant.
And I should know because I are one.
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