If we had a
chimney , I am sure the Curlews would come down it like Santa . Inadvertently leave the back door
open and the family of four , Dad in the lead,
head for the kitchen . At
times he has entered on his
own and gone for a stroll about
the lounge, the bedrooms and been shooshed out .
My wife recently
announces ,” There is a cheeky
Curlew sitting on my bed .”
Reaching for the camera , I go to
investigate and get the
above photo. The
two chicks are growing like wildfire, have difficulty knowing what to do with their longs legs , losing most of their fluff.
One night there is loud screeching and on rushing out once again discover another visit by dreaded Barking Owl , which
makes midnight snacks of young birds , sitting on the fence.
Threw
the
strawbroom like a javelin and it fled. One
morning it is discovered that the Berlin Wall built to keep the
chicks inside has been breached
and there is a strange mark like a bicycle tyre –a snake ?
Of course, it could be the tail of a wallaby. As mentioned in an earlier
blog, the strain of listening at
night for sounds of danger is wearing ,
causing bags to fill rapidly under the
eyes.
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Charge of Curlew Brigade at feed time |
On several occasions I totter
out of bed to dong
possums which thunder along the roof
and nibble plants . A kookaburra causes unease among the Curlew family so brandish the broom and it goes away .
