I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
is a Corella - think of it as the permanently hungover cousin of the sulphur-crested cockatoo. They travel in massive, noisy flocks, and every late-summer/early autumn, their flight path takes them over our house as they descend on neighborhood trees to eat the seeds, leaving an unholy mess behind. Some people think they're a pest, but I think they're hilarious, and anyone who expects the great outdoors to remain neat and tidy deserves a little hungover corella in their lives.
Not the greatest picture but one I took with the new telephoto lens, so it's a newbie effort. Here's a slightly better one I took several years ago, when they got desperate enough to descend on the pear trees in my very small front garden: