Yesterday, I had occasion to go to Murray Bridge and while
there, took the opportunity to walk by the river,
only to find it very crowded indeed.
There were hundreds, if not thousands of Little Corellas
digging up and nibbling on the new, white node shoots
of the extensive lawns.
Not concerned with passing cars and only lazily flapping a
short distance when children chased them.
Others, who had had their fill, were decorating the abundant
trees in the vicinity.
Some had slipped into the land of nod
while others were in a semi-comatose, meditative state
unconcerned with the preening tactics of their neighbours.
This one, with his feathers ruffled by a gentle breeze,
slept with half an eye open
while below, a couple were intent on removing the sheaths
off each others emerging head feathers
and needless to say, here and there, the occasional
squabble enlivened the scene.