George and Gertie Gang-Gang by Edwina Smith

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GEORGE:
“Now we don’t do desert
so forget about a search.
In 50 C and no shade
we’d fall right off the perch!
We like cool climate ranges
with the freshest forest air;
on freezing foggy mornings
you’ll find me and Gertie there.”

GERTIE:
“Isn’t George a sight to see,
aglow in fiery red.
He’s perched upon a wattle tree –
feather duster on his head!
As you see I’m mostly grey
with salmon-coloured bars
so don’t mistake a Gang-gang for
those noisy, pink galahs!”

GEORGE:
“We love little saw fly grubs
and don’t mind their yucky goo.
While other birds will fly away
we’re downing quite a few!
Our busy beaks keep them in check;
we’ll clean them up with ease.
Gert and I shall do our best
to help our favourite trees.”

GERTIE:
“The seasons flow in nature;
we watch them come and go.
With cooler days of Autumn
it’s time to fly down low.
By warmer days of Springtime
we move to higher ground,
looking for our nesting place
where older trees are found.”

GEORGE:
“ Let’s please protect our forest-
we need those hollows deep.
When nesting in an ageing gum
our chicks can grow and sleep.
We’ll keep them fed and share the care
by tending ‘round the clock.
If all goes well, we hope to tell
they’re off to join the flock.”

GEORGE AND GERTIE TOGETHER:
“ We’re totally terrific
and in case you haven’t heard
a lot of people do believe
we’re Canberra’s favourite bird!
We’re covered in charisma-
that’s why we have to be
the formal faunal emblem of
our leafy A.C.T.”

Image from Pixabay

Author’s note: “George and Gertie Gang-gang” is about Canberra’s much-loved Gang-gang cockatoo.  It also has a conservation message.

For the readers understanding, “feather duster on his head” describes the feathers on top of the male bird.  “We love little saw fly grubs” refers to a leaf eating pest and the Gang-gangs ability to control their numbers.  The conservation message relates to hollows in old gum trees which take decades to form.  They are needed by these birds and indeed many others for nesting. 

Hungry cockatoos by James Aitchison

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Cockatoos eat with their left leg,

their right hangs on to their perch.

They gobble and chew so neatly

without a sideways lurch.

You’ll see them up on the fence,

having a tasty lunch,

feeding themselves an apple,

never missing a single crunch.

Hungry cockatoos by James Aitchison

Hungry cockatoos. Photo by Philip Webster

Fire by Jill McDougal

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Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo

were travelling south

where the icy winds blew.

As night came around,

they found some flat ground

in the shade of a cave

where the river gums grew.

 

“It’s freezing down here,”

grumbled Old Kangaroo.

“But I’ll make a good fire

to warm us right through.

I’ve never seen trees

As enormous as these,

I’m sure I can find us a big log or two.”

 

So into the bush

Hopped Old Kangaroo,

Straight to the place

Where the biggest trees grew.

He was back in a while

With a humungous pile,

“This is great,” said his mate, “cos I’m shivering too.”

 

Then Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo

fetched small sticks and big sticks

and old sticks and new.

They even took leaves

from the bushes and trees.

“This will soon warm our bones,” laughed the triumphant two.

 

As the fire came alive,

the old fellows threw

more branches, more logs,

and a giant tree or two.

Way up on high

they could see the sparks fly.

“I’m feeling much warmer,” said Old Kangaroo.

 

Then down from the ranges,

a little breeze blew,

and it whistled and whined

through the trees as it grew.

Soon everywhere

in the hot smoky air,

sparks from the roaring fire floated and flew.

 

“Now I’m … ouch! … much too hot,

complained Old Kangaroo,

“Well my feathers are melting,”

cried poor Cockatoo.

And as a fresh breeze

carried sparks to the trees,

the two silly friends were beginning to stew.

 

“Bushfire!” At last cried one of the two,

“Everything’s burning!

What are we to do?”

But try as they might,

it was too late to fight,

for feathers and fur were burning up too.

 

Yes, feathers and fur were burning up too –

Nothing was saved

as the fire roared through.

All the birds and the bees,

all the bushes and trees,

all the creatures that lived there,

had perished there too.

 

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

 

Many years later, a young kangaroo,

was travelling south

with his mate Cockatoo.

They stopped at the scene

where the fire had been,

and decided to camp

where the river gums grew.

 

“I’m shaking with cold,”

said one of the two.

“Let’s have a fire

to warm us right through.

I’ll get some sticks,

and a few little bits.

We don’t need too much –

just a small fire will do.”