We’re visiting friends in Australia and I watched a pair of
(oops, Marius Coomans writes from Australia to tell me they’re Galahs);
photographed them, but didn’t understand. Oh, and a koala.
This was actually at a Koala Reserve on Phillip Island, not terribly far from Melbourne; my 9-year-old insisted. Koala-watching has a Where’s-Waldo flavor, since they are usually asleep, wedged into a tree-fork near where they last stopped eating.
So we wandered around trying to spot the stars of the show, and discovered these charming birds.
There was interaction going on; one bird was occasionally snuggling and nuzzling the other — totally cute.
I looked away and suddenly, with a discordant bird-noise outbreak, one of them was flying away, while the one left behind had expanded his-or-her crest. A reproduction thing, I suppose, or a power-struggle thing, or both.
Oh, right, I guess it’d be wrong not to run a picture of a koala too.
Sound asleep, as they usually are.