After lunch we took a walk around the botanical gardens, which is situated just behind the quayside and wraps back around to the Opera House.
it was a beautiful day, warm by our standards but we played a game… spot the local people.. 🤣
A game of much entertainment to us… you see, as I had been warned, us brits are tolerant of the colder weather and were in short trousers and light tops but the Aussies thought it winter and they were all wrapped up in coats and hats, yes hats!
we spoke to several when getting coffee/lunch and we teased each about being summer to us/too bloody cold for Aussies
We wondered around the Sydney shopping area and found the elite end of town (Gucci and Rolex etc) slightly out of our interest range we ventured to the casual side of town, purchased Chris a new jumper/evening jacket/cardigan thing (guess who left his very nice jumper on the plane?!) Then we wondered up to the botanical gardens.
We heard this squawking and screaming and wondering what was going on. We stood, looking down the hill to the botanical gardens running away into the distance in front of us. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, a dozen or more white birds zoomed past our heads like torpedoes!
Luckily, or as it turned out not so lucky, they landed in the tree above us. They were cockatoo. What is a flock of cockatoo called…? Cockatum? Cockatwos 🤣🤣🤣
Anyway, there were plenty of them, the other half counted about 25. They sat in the tree above our heads cracking nuts/shells, which were falling all over us. Some birds landed on the floor and pecked at the floor leaves and remains from their colleagues above.
We decided to leave them to their lunch and ambled off.
We found the cafe, had a drink and got accosted by what we now know are referred to as bin chickens, We love Australians for their common sense do what it says on the tin names! Bin chicken is a chicken that likes getting its food from bins!
To us they are quite pretty and novel of course! But it wasn’t our bin they were dragging about the park!
We had a lovely walk watching the ducks fight over food on the lake and then, as with every corner in Sydney, marvelling at the views of the Opera House and Harbour bridge as we turned the backed from the botanical gardens to the quayside.
The botanical gardens were beautiful and a fitting end to our time in Sydney. We returned to our hotel, collected our expanding luggage and headed off to Brisbane (via the train and plane)
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