Here in the forest, cockatoos come out to play. A choreographed arrival of black ties on red carpet. Uninvited. Disturbing the peace that other beings may wish to enjoy. Uncaring? Unaware?
These cockatoos screech with pleasure for hours. They dance high in the trees, revelling in the smorgasbord of flowering eucalyptus. They drop partially-eaten nuts and branches with abandon. They decorate the ground below with piles of debris. As sunlight fades, they leave.
Nearby at the coast, humans come out to play. Especially when there is a national public holiday. A choreographed arrival of watercraft and beachwear. Mass landings at quiet coves. Pleasure-seeking partygoers settling in for the day. Music blaring. Voices shouting. Disturbing the peace that other beings may wish to enjoy. Uncaring? Unaware?
These humans screech and dance upon the sand, revelling in the warm sunshine. They drop empty bottles and plastic wrappers with abandon. They decorate the land with piles of debris. As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, they leave.
Sometimes I collect the cockatoo debris and make a bouquet.
The human debris is unfit for creating anything attractive.
On occasions, humans are not so different from other animals.