Making a vista in Victoria Park

Apparently, according to the bird book, corellas aren't supposed to be this close to the coast, so even when they bleat in the trees on either side of us or take off from the grass in agitated groups, their wey faces startled, eyes smudged with the eager stupor of the follower (of course, theirs was the last complaint after the fireworks died at the end of Chinese New Year) it is possible to imagine the park without them. After all, many years ago, I remember black swans on the artificial lake (a whole side of the continent displaced) before the bottom of it was shallowed and a bridge pushed across the middle to make a vista to the Great Hall from a couple of blind-fronted buildings on City Road.