I saw a trio of black cockatoos on my way home this afternoon. It's the second time I've seen them in a week, but they aren't a common sight so close to the city. I heard them before I saw them, and I knew what they were because when mum lived in Port Macquarie, a group of black cockatoos would fly by her house at dusk every night. After I got home, one flew past my kitchen window.
I bought a bunch of pink chrysanthemums to brighten up my loungeroom. I love the white tinges on the ends of the petals.