The lake was very busy with people exercising, strolling (us) and picnicking. A group of Moslem women huddled together chatting while a couple of teenage girls delivered their barbequed food from where the men all stood eating around the barbeque. Reminded me the Australia of the 1950s.
It is vorboten but I did take a slice of bread for Little Jo feed the swans and other birds (swamp hens, I seem to recall).
The kiosk has just been turned into a cafe and the ice cream freezer would not be installed until the next day, so Little Jo had to make do with a milkshake and us, coffee.
People are now so used to seeing Sulphur Crested Cockatoos in the inner suburbs, no one takes much notice of them. This lonely cocky was squawking away, raising his crest, swinging 360 degrees around branches and flapping his wings and I was the only person taking an interest.
I am writing this Thursday morning and already today I have seen three black cockatoos fly past, I saw a whole flock a week ago, and a pair of corellas. It is soon Aussie Backyard Bird Count but I don't seem to fit into any category to participate.
This different cockatoo seemed tame, unalarmed in spite of having Dog Jack on a leash as we walked past. A man was busy with tripod camera to photograph it.
It was very pleasant hour or so spent on a lovely fine day.