This afternoon I watched a male Superb Parrot, absolutely resplendent in the sunshine, land among twiggy branches of an elm laden with bursting buds. He didn’t nibble
the buds, just clambered about until flying off a minute later to join another male and two females waddling cattywampus (a wonderful word I’ve been wanting to use since coming across it in a book of Mark Twain’s stories) on short green sward. From previous
observations of the Superb Parrots’ penchant for the fruit of the elm I suspect this resplendent rooster may be the harbinger of more to come.
John Layton
Holt.
