Am
not about to stop the presses, summon the town crier or order heralds to sound
tocsins from the ramparts but there was a kookaburra perched on cables along my
boundary this morning. It was in typical perch/watch mode, its attention
riveted on a thick evergreen shrub in a neighbouring yard where Superb
Fairy-wrens are wont to frolic, perhaps breed there too. Hmm, perhaps the big
kingfisher felt partial to a morsel of wren for breakfast.
OK,
who said ho hum? Look, it’s the first time I’ve seen a
kookaburra from my Holt block in 33 years although I’ve seen the
smaller family member the Sacred Kingfisher, a few times, usually during
January/February as I remember.
John
Layton.
