All we like sheep....

OK, I'm misquoting Handel's Messiah, but these sulphur-crested cockatoos this morning really were like sheep...and they went astray when they gave up on the buffalo grass, which is their current favourite, and swapped to tearing sprigs off the rosemary. The max count was 17; they were very peaceful (for once), and eventually flew off, tummies full, no doubt heading for the next 'cafe'.