15 red-tailed black cockatoo fly 100 metres in 10 seconds
pride distilled in the raucous call
2 cousins in a cage, 4 by 3 metres
record changing when
These numbers don’t add up.
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
February 22, 2010 at 4:27 pm
Very hard to photograph the Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo – they are wary of humans (and so they should be). Gotta respect a bird who is scared of people.
February 22, 2010 at 6:15 pm
you’re back! nice new look too!
horrible keeping big birds in a little cage…
February 22, 2010 at 7:10 pm
Thanks screamish. Yes, horrible keeping any large thing in an enclosure.
February 22, 2010 at 10:16 pm
I agree, great shot! And I like the contrasting space in the poem too.
And I’m with screamish re: the site, nice header especially
February 23, 2010 at 8:03 am
Thanks Ashley. I’ve been trying different looks – it’s hard to get one that looks good plus has all the features you want (and is easy to read).
February 23, 2010 at 12:11 am
oh yes gabrielle, gorgeous photo and the writing is so delicate while it realizes the odds. i had never seen one before, wow, what a beauty! i like the new graphic as well, effective combo of strong and subtle (glad u r back yay!)
February 23, 2010 at 8:04 am
Every year in January we get flocks of Red-Tail Black Cockatoos visiting where I live. They are stunning but sure make a racket with their call.
February 23, 2010 at 2:11 pm
Ditto Gabe… great shot! Love it that in nature, the numbers so very rarely add up. Great to have you back.
February 23, 2010 at 3:57 pm
Never trust numbers – they’ll trick you every time. Thanks Graham.
February 23, 2010 at 2:52 pm
Beautiful photo, and I love the new look of your blog! 🙂
And such a heart-rending poem — the majesty of the birds as free creatures, contrasted with the injustice of confining them.
February 23, 2010 at 3:59 pm
Thanks TL. I especially hate seeing the repetitive behaviours of a trapped animal, like elephants – back and forth, pacing. Heartbreaking.
February 25, 2010 at 9:55 am
They are such glorious creatures and it is so depressing if you ever encounter one in a cage. If I was a bird I would want to be free.
The emotional tone in your poem tugged at my heart.
Love the new look.
February 25, 2010 at 10:18 am
Thanks Selma. Parrots can be incredibly intelligent (like a 5 year old) and they can use tools and are very sociable. They need a great deal of stimulation or they get very depressed – as you or I would.
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