The yellow tailed black cockatoos are back - a bit later than last year and not as many. And they have already moved on leaving lots of half eaten banksia cones lying on the ground under the trees where they are feeding. What a treat to see these magnificant birds lumbering through the suburbs like low flying black jumbo jets. They announce their presence in the trees with a gentle call as they feed contentedly, quite unlike the raucous white cockatoos. It's been a week for wildlife. This morning there was a dolphin very close to shore and not far from the Woody Point jetty (of course no camera with me) and back home I see the resident blue tongue skink quite regularly now - this morning I caught it chomping on a toadstool that had popped up in the mulch. Oh - and last night there was a tawny frogmouth on the clothes line booming away. Too bad the carpet snake had to be evicted and relocated to the Boondall Wetlands. But probably safer for it there.