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Month: June 2023

“Red-tails in suburbia” (#6 in series)

 

The pictured female Forest red-tailed black cockatoo was a very relaxed individual.

Three other red-tails had also been dining on the relevant small, but fruit-laden “Cape Lilac”, but they fled when pedestrian traffic increased.

However, homeward-bound students from Bob Hawke High walking or cycling, directly below “her” tree – and some codger with a camera – did not bother this post’s heroine.

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“Red-tails in suburbia” (#5 in series)

 

 

In front, above, is a female red-tail.

Behind her is a male.

At the relevant time and place  – 11.11 am on 01 May, in a so-called Cape Lilac tree, growing in a West Leederville lane – they were two of five red-tails, enthusiastically feasting on the same tree.

Debris was “raining” down, temporarily “greening” the asphalt.

One oft-evident aspect of same-species’ bird behaviour was conspicuously absent…as is very often the case with all three of southwestern Western Australia’s black cockatoos.

(equally magnificent, and also endangered, the other two are “our” planet’s only white-tailed black cockatoos)

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“Red-tails in suburbia” (#4 in series)

 

 

Unmistakably, the pictured individual is an adult male Forest red-tailed black cockatoo.

The tree he is trashing (but fear not: in the longer run, the apparently “ravaged” tree will in fact be all the healthier for the cockatoos’ efforts) is less than one minute’s walk from where I am currently sitting, at home.

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“Red-tails in suburbia” (#2 in series)

 

 

As you can see, the head of the male of this subspecies is – beak excepted – a study in “basic black”.

And, as you will see in following posts, even if the flash of an individual’s tail – or part of his/her chest – is all you can see, it is very easy to identify an adult red-tail’s gender.

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“From behind” (final episode in series: shared delight, Tibetan Plateau)

 

I loved the little moment which the image captures.

Had I been in front of the mother and daughter  – and thereby made my presence intrusive – the moment simply would not have happened…at that moment, at least.

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