I thought I heard red-tailed black cockatoos today, but by
the time I'd put on my outdoor shoes and headed into the garden the birds had
gone. RTBC's have a distinctive call. It's like a sulphur-crested cockatoo
playing a bugle. Or what I imagine that would sound like, if only they could
manage the embouchure.
— o O o —
We're between cyclones and it's stopped raining. When I say
between cyclones, I mean it in the geographical, not temporal sense. As I write
this, Severe Tropical Cyclone Lam is in the Gulf of Carpentaria, heading SW
towards Groote Eylandt and Arnhem Land, and the low that will probably be Tropical
Cyclone Marcia is in the Coral Sea, on its way to drop rain on the SE
Queensland coast. And when I say it's stopped raining, I mean that it is still raining,
but not as much as it was. I'm glad I've cleared that up.
— o O o —
I opened a new notebook yesterday and wrote down all the
places I wanted to visit before I get too decrepit to travel. I hope someone
invents a time machine soon.
