Feathers flocking together.

Things are getting desperate.
Not only do we have the early arrival of Rainbow Lorikeets,packing squawking,demanding babies and eating my unripened fruit,but now.....the cockatoos have decended.
We have seen them passing overhead,in recent years,obviously searching for food elsewhere,but now....they've decended.
They are the drunken lout of the bird world.
They are the inebriated footy fan who loudly proclaims how their team is the better one,offering to fight any who disagree.The sort who has a few down at their local and proceeds to demolish rubbish bins,letter boxes and street signs on their way home.
The sort who sing Cold Chisel,Midnight Oil,The Angels,Uncanny X-Men and (on odd occasions) the Sex Pistols with Marilyn Manson,off-key LOUDLY at 5am.
Chattering and egging each on,they screech,squawk,perform acrobatics any Olympian would be proud of ("and that's a perfect score for the Feathered Fiends,here at the Backyard Olympics ,no loss of points from the judges for the competitors' swearing loudly in mid-swing").
They gleefully strip trees bare for fun.
They frolick while playing tag team tiggy between the trees,shrubs,roofs and the fence.
While Rainbow Lorikeets are welcomed for chasing away the introduced aggressive Mynah birds,the cockatoos have the loutish distinction of chasing the chooks under the lime tree and the magpies into areas unknown.
They cavort and carry on in everyone's yard,not recognising fence boundaries.A game could start 3 streets over and keep going through 20 backyards,ripping tree/shrub foliage to bits,with the spectators stopping off for a much needed drink in the chooks' water bowl,screeching the running scores as they go.
At least the house cats are staying indoors now.
At least the Galahs haven't arrived !!!!!!!!!!!