Despite being girt by sea and heaps of exponentially multiplying books, fairies , cane toads and piles of scattered notebooks filled with illegible scribbles , this island residence is invaded daily by squadrons of invaders . As soon as dawn peeps over the sea , the attack begins , causing this old blogger to arm himself , run about the ranch in pyjamas and dressing gown , throwing thongs and sandals , barking like a rabid dog , imitating a happy clapper , banging iron railings...alarming neighbours , causing real estate values to plummet.
All this is done trying to prevent the many noisy Currawongs, above ,who have flown in from the mainland and taken over the island, upsetting the Curlew colony , especially our resident birds , one lot again sitting on eggs after losing two chicks .
Not far away , the Queen of the Jungle is in a state of almost perpetual siege due to Currawongs swooping down on her back verandah , upending containers on a table , snatching food from Curlews , Lorikeets and other birds , even from the beaks of Crows . Her Germanic Majesty is shown standing guard over a young Friar Bird which she is feeding to prevent Currawongs from stealing the tucker .
Currawong and Kookaburra confrontation above midst non tasty smalls on drying rack. It seems only a scarecrow in the guise of Peter Dutton will save the island from the winged mainland refugees .
Desert Rose by another name -bloody Currawong !
