Three old man cockatoos came in this morning...
One had been here a couple of days ago.
He must've been impressed by the place because he brought his friends, ha ha.
He's a sight. There's no other way of putting it...
He's managed to strip all the feathers from the base of his neck down to his shoulders, all the way around, so there's a 2 centimetre strip of bright pink bare skin contrasting against the feathers...
Think of it as a reverse Elizabethan ruff collar, ha ha.
He seems to be quite happy with life, it's just that he's a startling sight.
One of the other old men looks like an old man cockatoo - he's got that unironed, rumpled look.
All you'd have to do is look at him and you'd say "Yep, that's and old man cockatoo...", he's unmistakable, ha ha.
Then there's the third one... He shuffled around a bit, then settled, perched on the edge of the table and gave an impressive demonstration of a marathon nap.
By my count, something of the order of four hours, but I was out at one point, so maybe he moved and then moved back while I wasn't watching, ha ha.
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