A couple of weeks ago my partner D mentioned that he was listening to a visiting American comedian being interviewed on the radio. He couldn’t remember her name, but laughed at her response to an Australian ‘dawn chorus’.
Apparently, at home, she was usually woken to the gentle sing-song voices of sweet little birds bopping about outside her window. These birds, she said, had such delicate songs that she woke to greet the day with a spring in her step and feeling happy to be alive.
On the morning of her interview she had been woken instead by something that chose to sit outside her window yelling ‘RAWK!! RAWK!! RAWK!!’ to greet the dawn.
She thought something had come to kill and eat her.
It was probably just a cockatoo.
OK, so they aren’t dinosaurs really, but there is something about a parrot that reminds you that birds are descended from the dinosaurs. At least, I think the link is far more apparent than it would be should you be looking at say, a robin redbreast or a hummingbird. It’s the way they look at you. A parrot will size you up. You can see it making mental calculations. Deciding if it could bring you down first.
The sound they make certainly adds to the effect.
Gang Gangs sound like a cross between a creaky door and someone twisting an inflated balloon, Galahs sound a bit like someone trying to wipe a difficult mark of a pane of glass, Rainbow Lorrikeets sound every bit as argumentative and bossy as they look in their photo and I’m not even going to try and describe the sound that a juvenile Little Corella makes when it’s parents are trying to hint it’s time for her/him to get a flat of their own. Trust me, it’s awful!
If you haven’t already had a look, check out the post on Sulphur-Crested Cockatoos over at Bush Bernie’s Garden Blog. She’s really captured the personality of this very intelligent and down right funny bird!