So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)








