What a wonderful moment this morning when we realised a beautiful Galah was in the tree above us. I am grateful to be living in a country where cockatoos fly free. I am grateful to Grant for instilling a love for them in us via a soft toy long before we even knew what they were. Or where we’d be. I am grateful for the moment to enjoy its beauty and am determined to forever be amazed by their abundant presence.
Is it a Cockatoo or a Galah my sweet girl?
Little shit … it is both. A Galah is a Rose breasted Cockatoo. Ask Wikipedia.
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