I See Them Every Morning

I see them every morning in the early morning sky And they pierce the silence of the dawn with grating harsh like cries The sulphur crested cockatoos towards feeding paddocks fly What's grating to the human ear is beauty to the eye. A beautiful white cockatoo with palish yellow crest And in Spring and early Summer in hole in tree they nest Two white oval shaped eggs are laid and on rare ocasions three And the average life span for these birds a half a century. On roosting trees in fading light they make a lot of noise And they jostle for good feeding perch as the moon begin to rise They squabble for good sleeping spot on high branch of gum tree But most times they tend to agree and live in harmony. These noisy big white cockatoos in large flocks congregate And i see them every morning and in the evening late And though they don't have pleasant song to sing it is breath taking sight To watch them fly towards feeding grounds in the early morning light