While hanging out the washing today, I witnessed a moment of cockatoo romance: a touching break-up-and-make-up scene. A gang of sulphur crested cockies was chilling in our neighbour’s backyard jungle, napping, preening and crunching the odd stick.  I watched for some minutes (rather pruriently, I admit, but I had the excuse of avoiding housework) as … Continue reading Sulphurous romance