The Queen of the Jungle was ruminating in the west wing of her island residence when her thoughts about the crumbling empire and disappearing wilderness were disrupted by the phone ringing . As all the staff were downstairs , no doubt secretly getting into the gin and caviar , she was forced to answer the phone herself.
Hello . No answer . Probably Mumbai , she thought , but to make sure she again said hello . Across the airwaves came a wolf whistle , followed by another , which shocked her majesty . It was none other than Larry the cussing Lorikeet, who is treated like royalty whenever he stays with the Queen on Magnetic Island , ringing from Mission Beach , with an invite to come up and see him some time at the art colony, where he regularly poses in dark glasses for portraits painted on coconuts .
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A Rainbow Lorikeet ? Larry with clean pink sleeping pouch instead of his usual Purple People Eater which was taken away to be washed .
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The Queen unexpectedly became a Crow carer when one of two chicks, blown out of a nest on her estate , was rescued and placed in one of her aviaries where it was fed chicken hearts until able to join the noisy family . Meanwhile, back at the Little Darwin ranch , the latest Curlew to hatch is shown peeping out at the strange world , listening for alarming things that go thump and Trump during the night and day .
