7. COCKATOO CACOPHANY

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.