In South Australia the locals told me to be out in the desert during this period was unthinkable with temperatures rising to 47 Deg C or 117 F. However I had flown too far and invested too much not to search for Scarlet-chested Parrots. I explored the desert area north of Adelaide for a whole week and was rewarded with this encounter. This gorgeous little male could only dig into the sand where it was cooler to escape the torturous heat and scorching breezes.






Swarms of flies were so bad I couldnt concentrate on filming so had to wear a head net for protection.

"Mad dogs and Englishmen (and others it seems) go out in the noonday sun ..." (Noel Coward song) Enough said?! LOL

Maggie, you forgot another crazy bunch of people: birdwatchers!

Seems you got that one right LFC.

Well as the Story goes the way I heard it...
The mad dog got that glorious soup bone he was looking for even in the heat.
The Englishman got a wonderful plate of scones and tea and a sense of accomplishment that he endured the heat.
and I.....

Received the dream of a lifetime...! Filming a species I was told would be unlikely to see let alone film in the wild! and what a fantastic reward for tolerating just a bit of heat..!

You foreigners just crack me up! ha! Poor little bird.....why didn't you give him a spritz bath while you were there????

Pretty cool! Thanks for sharing!