It got to 9.5 degrees this afternoon... at half past two... talk about it being a bit chilly...
Being a cold day meant wall to wall cockatoos... I could barely move for the horde of adoring little faces looking up at me, while still managing to scurry around at my feet, ha ha...
Moving proved to be a bit of a challenge... getting the cockatoo carpet to part, before me... there was lots of feet shuffling and "Come on... Move yourselves"... ha ha...
Finally I held the box of food out in front of me, at arm's length, because I had an inkling that they weren't here to see me... ha ha...
And it worked like a treat... ha ha...
It's the usual birds, and their friends who came up here during the fires at the beginning of the year, who have learnt that life in suburbia means good pickings, and have decided to stick around... ha ha...
It's an old photo, so you'd have to imagine that there was this, and then some... ha ha...
I'd forgotten that some of them think that standing on my feet is a perfectly acceptable way of showing affection, or of getting my attention... ha ha...
Usually they just yell for me... one or two of them have discovered that making a sound that sounds a lot like "DAD!!" gets my attention, too, ha ha...
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"I was foraging about in the garden and I found something... Should I be worried...? "... ha ha ...
Ha ha...
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I did have some concerns about the way the synthetic fibres in my clothes might behave, but it also occurred to me that the micro-plastics, the tiny particles that I had ingested over the years, would also "revert to type"...
Where did synthetics, plastics originate?
If I picked my moment I might "become" a truly magnificent creature...
Either that, or compressed black sludge, ha ha....
I think I might leave time travel to the Sci-Fi writers, ha ha...
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