Sunday 2 February 2003
It bit me. A crestfallen cockatoo and bloody fingers Climbing the fence, by beakFallen green walnuts
Wings hurt,  the cockatoo used its beak to climb up the palings on the fence... below, the damage done.
White feathers and red blood.

A little blood goes a long way. Just ask that apparently crestfallen cockatoo who bit my finger. I was trying to get it untangled from the bird netting on the walnut tree. I don't think it was there overnight because I went down to the garden in the dark to turn off the sprinklers. But it was there about 7.00am when I did my early morning check (before we went to the Bush Poets breakfast at Elmslea.)

I walked into the chook yard to scare it off but it was already well scared. When I approached, it fell from its perch with the bird net wrapped around one leg, hanging upside down. I'd broken my resolution of 'never go down to the garden without a knife and a bag' and if I was to get the bird out without too much distress, it needed to be cut free. Or quickly ripped out of the net. 

That worked pretty well except for the last bit twisted around a few claws on one leg. I let it grip my shoe and trousers with its beak but when I tried to get it to stop flapping and keep still, I tried to hold the back of its neck. Hah!

The net finally came free, and I left it alone to recover, and went to get a band-aid and the camera. When I came back I took this j'accuse image and then it started hauling itself to the top of the fence. Ten minutes later when I brought Jan down to see the broken branches and fallen walnuts, the dogs came too. The bird flapped erratically off to a nearby tree. We picked up the green walnuts and thought of pickling them.

I've made some images and recorded sound of the Bungendore Bush Poets session. Have a look.

Click for some Bungendore Bush Poetry

  Fred Harden 2003