Just another ordinary on Bribie Island’s western shores. Residents are making the most of calm sunny conditions at low tidal waters.

Nature’s marvel had another surprise for me. This, I didn’t think I would ever see.

Corellas exploring the beach.

As if they left their pirates on board their ships, these parrots had to see for themselves what Captain Sparrow had lost on the beach.

It was a glorious day by the shoreline and these bright parrots knew it too.

Corellas are immensely inquisitive and therefor incredibly entertaining.

Interactions within each other looked surprisingly familiar to human behaviour.

They all had different ideas on how to spend a day on the beach.

I was surrounded by parrots on the beach, of all places.

It was an overwhelming task to keep track of all groups, but I tried.

And so the ‘Conga’ started.

Little groups were formed and scattered in all directions.

Others asked for directions, which left locals startled.

It came across that there were varied treasures to be found.

Each individual, or group, had different ideas on their riches. 

Doug and his mates started digging straight away.

Beach safety was quickly established, security is ’en-guard’.

Eager as he is, there is not much time to be wasted. Tidal shoreline waters will reach this stretch of beach in a few hours.

The Captain always talks about a treasure by the beach!

Not everyone shared his enthusiasm.

I need some help, smart arse!

Keep digging. It’s gotta be here somewhere?

But not all conveyed the same idea on how to spend a day by the beach. 

Doris and Daisy enjoyed a leisurely stroll along the shore.

There was much gossip to catch up on.

A seagull was busy on her lunch menu, but there were rumours..!?

Tom and his troopers ventured to the boot-camp. Bribie Island Council had kindly prepared an obstacle course for the adventurous.

This will keep youngsters in shape.

There were early casualties too.

First Aid medical staff was on ’wing’ nearby. 

Wilson played hardball and circled the perimeter. 

Some parrots exercised gymnastics.

Which mostly turned into wrestling. Parrots will be parrots.

Fresh Sushi! Who wants some?

Thanks mate! I am still chewing on the berries of the sea. 

Things at the boot-camp were looking up. Leather and laze is an influential strategy.

A healthy protein bar was affectionately shared. 

And Daisy decided to go for a dip after all.

She quickly changed her mind and jumped back screaming. What a crew? 

Douglas and his crew were still busy digging.

But started to realise, that Captain Sparrow may just have been telling tales.

They can be interesting too from a corella’s point of view.

Corellas being corellas, play-mode could be triggered at any given time.

It is just in their nature. The temptation to nip on another’s limb is just impossible to resist.

The startling reaction of the victim is simply priceless.

Stunning eyes completely disagree with such an act of unsocial distancing.

This is outrageous and uncalled for. This is the start of a screeching duet.

If none of the drumsticks are in reach of their beak, any body part is fair game.

A full blow to the body startled anyone but a counter-attack is quickly prompted.

Both birds don’t hold back. They scrambled so quickly, that only the photos reveal their actions.

Once the hustle has started, there’s no holding back for round two.

Or three. Different strategies kept the opponent guessing. It was an amusing tussle to watch, all around me. Strategy and tactics to taunt each other varied from couple to couple.

A passive version existed too. One of the pair rolls on to its back, right in the path of the other. Wanna play?

Which parrot could resist this temptation? Where is the claw?

It turns out that some corellas actually do resist to prey on an easy target.

Which left the other one stranded.

I didn’t see that coming either, poor fella!

One needs to entertain themselves for a while.

One commotion frequently attracted the attention to other corellas.

Joining in with a smile, a few birds were captivated by this irritation.

But maybe they are just instigating the neighbours foot-work. 

Either way, there was always time for affection.

And a sand-shrugged laugh, as was I.

It was an action-packed day by the waterfront and I couldn’t believe my luck. Again!

These corellas behaved just like us humans with their playful interactions.

It was fascinating. Life’s a beach.

Who would have known that parrots enjoy a day by the seaside? Not only in the Caribbean.