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On 31 October, I posted the following:
"At 1640 today I saw nine King Parrots accompanied by three
Eastern Rosellas feeding beneath trees at the edge of Holt Oval in Beaurepaire
Crescent. Perhaps a bit unusual for me to see more than a pair or a trio of King
Parrots around Holt outside the colder months."
Then, at 1720 today, enroute to the Kippax shops, virtually where I'd
stopped to view the King Parrots, I glanced across and saw a group of
bright-green parrots grazing on the oval. Although I'd been instructed to hurry,
I stopped and walked to within 25 metres, and easily ID'd them as eight Superb
Parrots. At a bit of a guess, sans binoculars, I'm reasonably sure they were all
mature birds.
Ten minutes later, on the return trip, I stopped again but the Superb
Parrots were gone. I scanned the oval and walked along beneath the trees hoping
to sight them in the folliage. Persistence was rewarded when, near the cricket
practice nets, I flushed a male. It flew to a tree 15 metres away and flushed
again as I approached. It flew back to a tree near the cricket nets.
I sped home (keeping within the speed limit) and entered the kitchen where
Younger Brat was busily preparing some wonderful Cajun chicken dish for dinner.
"Where have you been? I'm waiting on the ground chilli. Did you get it?" I
chucked it at her.
You know, I darn near told the demanding little skirt to go to the shops
herself. I'm kinda glad I didn't now. And the Cajun chicken is beginning to
smell mighty good, but am informed it will be another ten minutes. I don't know
what she's dithering about at. Maybe, if I confiscated her Ipod ...
John Layton
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