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Black Cockatoo


Bourke is a fascinating place and because it was the weekend I managed to get out and about more than in other towns.  I even managed a little bit of bird spotting.  This one is a red tailed black cockatoo.  This tree was full of them and I tried ever so hard to get a shot of their red tail feathers that fan out when they fly.  I had a similar lack of success in capturing a good image of the eagle that was soaring in the blue sky.

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  1. Gorgeous close-up of the cockatoo, Joan. I love its glossy black feathers, and the tiny white spots on the head and shoulders, like a cape.

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  2. This is a super shot even without the red tail feathers showing. You can see little white speckles, which I didn't know they had.

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    1. Yeh I didn't know about those spots either until I got this shot.

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  3. Joan, I'm in love. What a superb capture of an equally superb bird.

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    1. I agree superb birds ... huge when you get to them close up.

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  4. It is a great shot Joan. Don't know if I have ever seen one of these but we have lots of Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoo's about with their mournful cries.

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    1. I too had only see the yellow tailed ones which I hear more than I see. There cry is distinctive.

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  5. He really has been well-endowed by nature.

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  6. A really great shot Joan - like others have commented, the detail is beaut to see :D)

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  7. Another wonderful capture of a beautiful bird. Well done, great work.

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  8. another fabulous photo. I was only in the kitchen this morning and heard a bird noise and said to my husband " they are black cockatoos, what are they doing here?" But I wasn't fast enough to get the camera out. I am enjoying your trip and especially the bird life.

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