Harbour-side Visitations

Here I am back in the Sydney Sky Palace (where, incidentally, this whole blogging business began). All here is pretty much as it was before. Which is rather pleasing.

The main difference is that we have a daily, twice daily or sometimes even thrice daily visitation from the creature above. As least, I think its from him (or her). There may also be guest appearances by cousins and other tribe members. I haven't got to know them well enough to tell them apart, yet.

Thus far he or she has limited himself to a restrained tapping on the window to alert when I have fallen down in my responsibilities and allowed the window- ledge to become bereft of seed. S/he has been very polite. There is a restrained maliciousness in the glint of that beady black eye, however, that suggests any failure to fulfill my duties will be met with rapid and gleeful retribution.  Though our acquaintance has been brief, cockatoos in general seem to me the kind of beasts that would find destroying the power lines or eating the locks, or, horror of horrors, coming in the window and eating the landlords beloved vinyls hugely amusing.

I am therefore strenuously resisting falling into demand feeding.  Lines are drawn in the battle of wills.