if elvis...

...was to return as a bird it would surely be as a Black Cockatoo.

The street is alive with these beautiful birds pruning trees and nibbling on  nuts and fruits in native and introduced species on the verge.
Another street neighbour is Bob who I have known since uni days in England some 40+ years ago.
Our families schlepped around the world on different continents for several decades and 18 years ago ended up living in the same street! in Western Australia.

Last year he was diagnosed with a very aggressive brain tumour.
He fought the fight for well over a year confounding the 'experts' but they didn't factor in the bloke who had leapt around the Andes like a mountain goat for decades and was not ready to give up just yet.
He did this week and today we farewelled him.
Not only a brilliant geologist he was a keen bird watcher.
The Red Tailed Black Cockies sat in a tree on his verge and pruned like mad things yelling and cackling and he admired their beauty and tenacity.
I will think of him when I see them in the street.

Vale Bobby