We were at Eynesbury. Looking, as usual for Flame Robins, and finding none, we had moved our endeavours to Jacky Winter. Now Jacky is not in nesting mode at the moment, and range a bit wider across the forest it seems. So we waited around some of the usual haunts.
I noted off on the far side of the open area, an old Grey Box, now a skeleton of its former self, and no doubt with some good nesting hollows hidden among its wide branches.
A lone Long-billed Corella has sat in the sunshine for quite a few minutes and just seemed to be enjoying the warmth.
When on a turn of fate a small group, mob, gang of Sulphur-crested Cockatoos in full cry happened past.
For reasons, I can’t figure, one of them dropped down out of the flock and headed straight at the erstwhile Corella. Who to its credit decided that being pushed from its perch was not going to happen without a struggle.
However in the end, the bigger bird won out and the Corella took to the air.
After a few proud crest flushes, and a loud calling session, the Sulphur-crested Cockatoo departed to catch up with its mates.
Here is how it panned out.