While I was sorting out my moth traps and photographing a couple of the more interesting "first for the year" moths I heard a loud, unusual but some how distantly familiar sound. When I went out side a fairly large longish tailed parrot flipped out of the Silver Birch tree in the side garden and disappeared. I hadn't identified it and though that that would be the last I saw of it.
A couple of hours later Pam asked me what the noise in the garden was and I immediately recognised the call of the parrot. It was in a different tree and this time stayed there while we looked and photographed it. I know the winds have been quite strong from the south east but I hadn't expected an Australian visitor. It's three and a half years and 10,500 miles since I last saw a Crimson Rosella and the two photos bear an uncanny resemblance, although today's one doesn't feature a Gum (Eucalyptus) Tree.