Sunday morning parrot pictures
I was photographing the Sulphur Crested Cockatoos this morning, who seemed to be feasting on Jacaranda seed pods softened by some recent persistant rain.
Suddenly, there was the sound of of a really sudden gust of gully wind approaching, with the possibility of it becoming a really nasty strong gust. I was wondering if they'd fly off or hold on for grim death, the shutter kept going. Here's a pic of it towards the end.
In perfect ballet precision like syncronicity, they all turned into the wind and held onto the closest stick with their beaks, cooly and calmly.