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.

The gust went through, everything was calm and they set about devouring the seed pods as normal.