Yellow-tailed Black-Cockatoo

Hearing distinctive, weird, wailing 'wee-you' (aptly described in my Birds of Australia reference book), alerts me to get my camera and head outdoors. It was just after 6 p.m., and with tele-conversion lens screwed on somewhat hurriedly ... yes actually, a lot hurriedly, and settings adjusted to suit, I'm peering next from a partially-screened position wedged between the garden-room and back boundary fence.

It's far from the ideal spot for a photographer-with-a-mission at such short notice, and I stand my feet on a couple loose paving bricks for a nudge of extra height to aim the lens over the brush-fencing and into the bush-corridor beyond.  Anything (well ...almost), for a photo.  Especially of these fine cockatoos, said to be 'patchy in distribution and numbers', and heard only occasionally around here.

It's quite the buzz isn't it when you suddenly find your prize in the lens, waiting on you to get it right.  There's the challenge, how long will it stay there I wonder ...and hoping, surely out of all the attempts at a snapshot, something will be worth sharing.

ahah!  You.. little beauty.  

oh, and there's another

what next?

oh .... so it's feed time!

and it was at this point that Mum took off, with big-little-one following

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