No, not this kind of Push Bar...
http://www.pushbar.com.au/
At almost spot on 4 o'clock, the old man bird with the busted foot turned up, announcing himself, loudly, and insistently...
He managed to get onto the tower under the Brown house, and perched there, precariously, while I held a piece of bread for him.
Yes, hand feeding a cockatoo.
What an Aaaw! moment, ha ha.
Well, it would have been...
He nibbled the bread, nibbled at it again, and then looked at me as if to say "I don't really like this bread... Have we got any other bread...?".
I suppose it's a fair question, ha ha.
There's multigrain bread (too many seeds and things...), wholemeal bread which is much plainer, and, as I discovered this afternoon, there's bread made a little bit damp and soggy by the rain.
He likes that, because it's soft, and easier to eat.
Just like like the finely chopped banana for the wattlebirds, I can see soggy bread becoming one of those things that I'll find myself making, ha ha.
He was preceded by the round dozen (or 15, ha ha) who turned up with a couple of friends in tow - two old cockatoos.
Not the usual nightmarish looking half feathered scruffy ones but two that looked pretty much like their younger counterparts, only rumpled.
Cockatoos that haven't been ironed, ha ha.
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