Any idea what Conella Pavlova is yet? Could it be the name of an XXX-rated movie star? Off course it isn’t!
This story is about chicks of a different kind.
Very different, very cute and just as much entertaining. Yes, I made the name up, but with good reasons as my camera proved.
Fresh Pine Cones are irresistible to Corellas.
Nutritious and full of cellulite, the fresher, the tastier it appears.
A female pinecone carries the seeds, while the male cone is the one that flowers.
While these birds stroll through different pine trees, they are actually pollinating them. You’re most likely to hear the flock before they rock up. Most swarms don’t exceed a couple of dozen Corellas. The concert stage is set.
Usually, they select a few pine trees within a small distance from another. Safety in numbers is unmissable.
This is where the freshest pine cones are to be found, naturally.
Each Corella has it’s own favourite branch it appeared.
This is also a high vantage point to observe possible danger.
Or questioning humans pointing a camera towards them. Partially eaten pine cones are dropped to the ground, purposely or accidentally.
Next one, please. It’s a cone banquet.
At some stage, one corella flies to the ground to harvest the easy pickings.
This triggers all corellas to explore the meadows.
The stage continuous at ground level. The blue-sky backdrop changed to grass-green.
Some stayed close within each other, while others venture off.
Either way, each one had their own style.
Observing these radiant parrots during their feeding frenzy is most amusing for spectators.
But even within the group, it’s always a joyful affair.
It wasn’t the fact that there was little food to be shared with, but a competition on who got the juiciest pine cone.
Some corellas carried their scrumptious meal out of sight from others.
That didn’t always prove to be the right tactics.
Pine cones appear so desirable, that they are worth scrambling for.
When these two chicks got together to settle a vibrant disagreement, each contender tried to nab the opposition.
No one was in serious danger of injury.
Neither was willing to give up.
And just like that, pavlova appeared on my camera.
A very lively one. Only a pine cone decoration was missing.
Where there are a few chicks in the flock, there is always a leader and protector.
And this one meant business. I called him Kernel Carl.
His head feathers proudly crowned his helmet like any veteran.
His old fashion moustache feathers alone would intimidate any opponent.
Proudly patrolling the dangerous waterhole, no movement would escape his attention.
Keeping this mob protected was his priority.
He would be a perfect Surf Life Saver.
He wasn’t impressed when I stepped closer towards him.
His chicky babes were confident within their alarm post as they reflected cheerfully in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the tar, who is the happiest here by far?
There was certainly some gossip making the rounds too. Kernel Matt tried a few times to catch up on chatters.
But the girls showed him the cold wing. What’s a man gotta do?
When all had safely their fill, it was his turn to drink.
His stressful appearance disappeared and the true Kernel came out. Kernel Carl had a big smile on his face.
He had his own drinking technique.
Wading through the shallow puddle, he scooped the water off with his beak.
That’s how it’s done, ladies. A little cheek goes a long way.
Did someone call my name? ‘
No matter from what angle I pictured these birds, they always seemed to be smiling.
Cause I am happy, Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Cause I am happy, Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Cause I am happy, Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Cause I am happy, Clap along if you feel like that’s what you want to do