Does anyone like going to the dentist? Not me.
The sun was setting as I drove home with an aching jaw. Feeling sorry for myself, I watched birds on electricity wires cheeping out goodnights. Noticing a dark mass in the distance, I stopped the car. What sounded like a squawk fest became louder. I pointed my camera at fading clouds. The cockies were coming.
With an ear-splitting noise, there must have been 300 or more. Suddenly I forgot about forgetting to floss. My mouth stopped feeling tender from the instruments of torture that picked and pecked my gums an hour earlier.
I swallowed as cockatoos whooshed overhead. Feeling great, feeling fine; I loved the look of a sky filled with parrots. No time to focus, they flew by in a blur of wings at alternate angles.
Yellow hatted white angels streamed past, darkening the sunset with so many erratic silhouettes. It was a David Attenborough Worthy Bird-life Moment.
In a minute, my dental downer was over. No more pain, just a jaw dropping low to the ground in wonder like a kid at their first circus.
Gazing at Sulphur-crested Cockatoos in flight I’ve come to believe even dark (dental hygiene) clouds can have a silver lining.
This blog is called birdlifesaving, but sometimes I’m only saving photos and the birds save me.