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Corellas in the conifer eat the budding cones at the tip of the tree. Binding bird and bite – I see them and hear them first in the distance, crest-less cockatoos. Two of them reach for the tree’s crunchy fruit, and then a third hangs upside down bending on a tree spindle. Large white birds with naked heads. And a call somewhere between a cocky’s, a waterbird and an old human, graceful in her frailty.

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