Spotted a Cockatoo on the refugee tree near my home. The grey sky was actually a wall of water coming towards us; there had been a lull in the rain and here it was bearing down on us all. The Cocky wisely took flight to seek a better refuge than the one he was currently atop.
I am a retired historian, archivist, curator and heraldry officer living in Australia. My love of history is centred around military, maritime, medicine and social...
