One late afternoon in the early summer, I heard soft movements in a large acacia we have in the garden. With the gentle rustling of leaves came the distinct sound of seed pods cracking. I looked up and saw a magnificent galah just above me, contentedly eating, softly commenting on its food. I raced back to get the camera from the house and happily found it still there when I returned. It allowed me to take multiple photos of it, not at all interested in giving up the wattle bouquet it had found.