STORY

The black cockatoo takes flight, its dark feathers stark against the dusky sky. Standing here with me, you can almost feel the silent power in its wings as it glides effortlessly past. Its yellow cheek patch catches the last bit of light, a flash of color in an otherwise muted scene. The sky, painted in shades of blue and grey, creates a dramatic backdrop that only heightens the elegance of this bird's motion.

Every wingbeat seems deliberate, the feathers fanning out with grace and purpose as it navigates the cool evening air. Nearby branches sway gently, framing its path. The air is still, thick with the smell of eucalyptus, and the soft rustling of leaves mixes with the distant calls of other cockatoos. It’s a quiet moment of awe, one that makes you feel the raw beauty of nature and the freedom of being untethered, soaring on the edge of dusk.