Bird watching this week, I was
getting too hot outside. Dead grass crackled behind me. I turned to see a
monster. Its tongue flickered. It froze, glared and considered what to do.
Nearly 200 years ago, an early English settler saw
colourful birds near Sydney in a little place called Rose Hill. He called the
birds with black, white, navy, green, yellow, red and royal blue feathers a ‘Rose Hiller’, and it stuck. Aussies love dropping the H and shortening names; after a bit the bird became the Rosella.