The harsh cry of the Yellow-tailed Black Cockatoos often echoes around the forested ridges here. It is supposed to be the harbinger of rain but it seems to be here right when it’s already wet or misty.
They come in small flocks but are a restless lot and I have always had trouble getting a photo. By the time my lens has found one amongst the higher branches, zoomed in and refocused, it’s moved on!
Also sometimes called the Funeral Cockatoo because of its rusty black plumage, you don’t always see the short tufty crest raised — unlike the Sulphur-crested White Cockatoos with their flamboyantly waving yellow head-dresses.
So I am very pleased to share these photos with you: I only wish it was video so you could hear the squawks!