Further along, I see a Sulphur-crested Cockatoo on a dead tree trunk.
|That was Monday.|
It held the same spot on Tuesday.
Wednesday, the bird perched right on the tip again.
Thursday, it was up top with the best view of its surroundings.
Friday, I filmed it trying to protect its nest of two white eggs in the tree hole.
Agitated, the cocky kept bowing its head, making the worst noise.
The Magpies had settled in next to the nest. They may have been calling for other family members to come and help. As well as screaming, the Cocky bobbed and flared its wings out.
I was parked by the roadside. I quietly got out of the car, peeking over the roof to suss out what was happening.
The cockatoo paced along a branch. You could just see a glimpse of white feathers inside, where the nest mate was.
I snapped off some shots and witnessed a stellar performance.
It made no difference that it was four against one. Egg thieves meant war. Flapping, yelling, hissing, wheezing and squawking went on until my ears hurt.
Cockatoos are loud, especially when coming or going from their roosting site, but this was something else.
Magpies circled, gurgled a little song, then had another go at getting to the nest underneath the mate in the tree hollow. I filmed the angry bird’s bobbing ‘I’m not happy’ dance. The Magpies flew back to the stump again, which is when Cocky started getting really cocky.
Adjusting my camera settings, I missed the Cockatoo attack. It swept down to take on two magpies, trying to intimidate by putting one claw up to their faces and attempting to bite them.
David Attenborough says that after survival any animals primary concern is to carry on their line by breeding successfully. After witnessing the heavy-duty egg protection racket; I can believe it.