It was so cold and wet in sunny Queensland , the frigid human occupants of a house, wrapped in assorted thick garments , later pulling out hotwater bottles, defrosted some pea and ham soup and slurped into it . Outside, the cold and miserable Bush Stone-Curlews , sheltering under a verandah table , watching rainwater off the roof splash into full containers , could smell the soup , became peckish .
On the basis of what is good for the Goose is good for the Gander and Curlew , the fluffed up pair marched to the kitchen door , below, and knocked, indicating they would like to be fed , despite the fact that it was not the usual mealtime .
The kitchen door was opened and the severe looking one below placed an order for some fast food, kept in three containers in the frig .
In a flash , a container and spoon were grabbed and the cut up food fed to them under the shelter of the roof, rather than on the grass out in the rain . Upon eating the tucker, they wagged their tail feathers , indicating they were pleased-then walked out into the cold , cruel, wet world .
