This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC) .
Today’s travel notes
For someone who professes to be the friend and companion of a travelling worm, it seems to this worm that the TC has an unhealthy fascination with birds. She’s been taking pictures of the black cockatoos that have just arrived in our neck of the woods.
Needless to say, I stayed well out of sight. Black cockatoos are partial to the odd grub or two, and I don’t rate their level of discernment very highly. I think they’d pounce first and ask questions second.
“Oops, sorry, did I just swallow Mark Wordsworm, the famous Travelling Worm?”
These are the Sydney yellow-tailed black cockatoos. They seem to drop in at around this time every year, probably because a certain type of gum tree is in flower.
The book I’m in
Lake News, by Barbara Delinsky.
Me not inviting attention from a big cocky bird:
Black cockatoos are difficult photographic subjects, because they’re… well, black. Here’s what the TC managed to get.
Looking cute and fluffy:
Showing off the yellow tail:
Prowling along a branch in silhouette, pretending to be a black panther and then spoiling it by squealing like an eagle:
The TC in hot pursuit, snapped by the TC-once-removed:
That’s all for today dudes.