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The Billabong Roadhouse organization rang in and advised ABC Midwest about the thousands of wild budgies flying around in the first summer mornings.
I had never heard of, let alone seen, any wild budgies before so I was dying to travel out to witness the event.
It was early morning and the sun had just started to look through the clouds. I had set my camera up by the water where I was told the budgies would come to swill.
A couple of black crows looked on as a brown hawk gracefully flew by before arrival on a tree branch. I wondered if they were waiting for the same show?
It was a cooler morning with overcast clouds about. As I waited, a few more crows appeared. Even though the sun was now fully exposed, there was still no indication of any bright green budgies.
As I was focusing on the horizon, I noticed a measly patch of dust swirling around in far in the distance.
I suddenly realized it wasn't dust. It was the budgies arriving.
Slowly the numbers grew and within minutes, thousands of the showy chirping green budgies were flying in group formation, like schools of fish, swirling through the air and then swooping down to wee dram the water.
Source: ABC Online