The sulphur crest is a very familiar sight in (or above) our garden, and often the cockies are in this pose, tearing branches off trees around the suburbs, in this case our pistachio before the fall of the leaves in autumn. They sometimes appear singly but in more open spaces are usually in flocks of fifty or so.
Conversely, the pink and grey galahs are gro

Back in the pistachio the parrots (this one is a crimson rosella) find the nuts tasty. They come in red and blue, red and green, green and red.
The eastern rosella and lorikeets have another range of bright colours some of which are recorded in earlier posts.
Winter is pretty quiet for floral colours but of course, as in any part of the world,they are there if you look. Late winter here is blessed with thousands of violets that spread unnoticed during the summer into unusual corners. I found these in the local park while chatting to the galah featured above. They were flowering profusely, perhaps not elegaically 'blushing unseen' as

Who knows, though - perhaps a young person wandered over while supposedly listening to the soccer coach's harangue and found pleasant diversion.
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