This week standing in the rain, an umbrella and book in one hand, pencil in the other – sketching large sulphur-crested cockatoos.
I can walk right up to the nearest bird – it looks at me, shifts weight to lift it’s left foot as if to run, cocks it’s head to one side then returns to feeding. These birds are far more interested in the grass seeds than in me.
Until a neighbourhood dog passes, and they take flight.
When they return the next day, I am ready with my camera – too good an opportunity for photographic reference of a fine feathered display.
©Annmarie Scott, 2016