As I enjoyed my first cup of coffee on the verandah this morning, a cockatoo landed in a tree beside the house, sulphur crest spread wide catching the morning sun and posing beautifully for the camera, if only I’d had one. How many times have I read, “Always have your camera with you”? By the time I did get it the bird had flown and the lens fogged up anyway with its move from air conditioning to outdoors. But then I noticed a family of rainbow bee-eaters on the power line. The parent birds were watching for insects while the two babies huddled together. They couldn’t have been long out of the nest. It always intrigues me why these birds who love flight so much and migrate between New Guinea and Australia choose to nest in burrows in the ground.
