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Friday morning, June 5, Linda decided it was a good time
to photograph foggy riparian scenes so we arrived at Urriarra East at 0845
hours. Soon as I stopped the car we heard the wavering, wailing
whistle-like calls of Y-T B-Cockatoos, looked up into trees directly overhead
and there they were, about 20 I thought, seemingly oblivious to our
presence as they moved restlessly from branch to branch and traded back and
forth between nearby trees calling continually. Returned at 0945 with misty
river scenes in the can and cockatoos were still there. Sat in the cosy car
drinking hot tea while the cockatoos continued to fuss and fidget as
if anxious to get airbourne like socked-in pilots pacing the apron at
Canberra Aero Club waiting for a Molonglo pea-souper to lift then, after 30
minutes, the fog suddenly dispersed and the birds rose en bloc as I
revised my estimate from about 20 to at least 30 while they issued out of
the trees and flew downstream keeping directly above the water.
John K. Layton.
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