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At 3:30pm yesterday I was sitting in the CIT Bruce canteen enjoying the
company but barely enduring the diluted Stockholm Tar they serve there and have
the audacity to call coffee, when we noticed a Sulphur-crested Cockatoo poking
its head into a hole in the limb of a big gumtree near a window. As we
watched, the cockatoo began pumping its wings and jerking its body up and down
as if it was having an altercation with something in the hollow.
A few seconds later, the cockatoo drew back and a Common Myna burst from
the hollow and rocketed away. The cockatoo perched on a nearby branch and
screeched continually. It was still squawking when we left ten minutes
later.
John Layton.
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