The sky is shrieking with parrots having a wild night out in Bundaberg. Swooping low over heritage rooftops they vanish into the welcoming canopies of soft viridian trees that line the CBD. Perched safe on woody limbs, they jostle, peck and nag , their raucous moments illuminated by the ubiquitous fairy lights that appear magically at this time of year.
A chorus of parrots, claiming the CBD as their own, bow low shrieking ugly and obscene warnings to a scruffy wide-eyed cat and a flea-bitten derelict - down on their luck.
The indignant pair slouch off to search for their dinners in the dusty gutters and overstuffed bins.
Meanwhile, Bundaberg is tucked up, feet up... in front of the television.
A chorus of parrots, claiming the CBD as their own, bow low shrieking ugly and obscene warnings to a scruffy wide-eyed cat and a flea-bitten derelict - down on their luck.
The indignant pair slouch off to search for their dinners in the dusty gutters and overstuffed bins.
Meanwhile, Bundaberg is tucked up, feet up... in front of the television.
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