Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Tuesday; rescue;

Kookaburra, still a youngster;

Saturday morning I went to the back garden, Billy as always at my side. I was looking around and just noticed a flurry of feathers, in haste I said:" Billy stop", but it was not Billy, because he never touches any wildlife in the garden.The Kookaburra above was wedged between a fork of three small branches and he could not move forwards or back. His beak was wide open, quite exhausted from trying to get free. I think when Billy past it, it flapped its wing, one was caught as well. Luckily I could prise the branches apart and with some luck it came free. He was fairly numb from his ordeal. I checked  that nothing was broken and let him recover. After a couple of hours he was sitting on a nearby tree. Perhaps he was chased or chased something, and was caught in this unfortunate situation.
This time all is well for this youngster.

My grand children liked to sing this song;

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Merry merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra,
Gay your life must be!

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Eating all the gum drops he can see.
Stop Kookaburra, stop Kookaburra
Save some there for me!

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Counting all the monkeys he can see.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra
That's not a monkey, that's me!

©Ts Photo/Text