Wilson's Promontory (aka the Prom, leading to jokes about "going to the Prom"...):
This place is bird city. As soon as we arrived we were greeted by a flock of brilliant red parrots - actually, crimson rosellas - who hop all around, squeaking and squawking, checking us out, finally hopping up on my hand to see what we've got. (Shona, you would love it here!) After a few hours, they start to seem like pigeons, more annoying than exotic. Just another freaking prismatic parrot, nothing to see here...
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This sounds beautiful. Maybe someday.
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