We can always hear that big mob of eerarnta coming before we see them. Their squawking sound can be heard for miles. They circle around in the sky waiting for the rest of the mob to catch up. We all look up to see if we can catch a glimpse of their red tails as they flash past. We usually see them when they are making their way to their favourite big gum in the Finke River at the entrance to Palm Valley. They like to spend the night in that big, old tree. Sometimes if we're lucky we might find a red feather under that tree.

— Carol Rontji