Kookaburra Crisis!

A story about birds by me, Editor Des

WOT’S MORE SCARY….A COCKATOO OR A KOOKABURRA?

Do you know what?  A  kookaburra  called Toffee visits our garden every day.  At first I was a bit scared of him, I thought he might start pecking  my fur off for his nest or something. Also, I once had a scary  encounter with some  other big Aussie birds called sulphur crested cockatoos.  It left a few emotional scars on me, little Jack and my girlfriend Milly (that’s her in the pink stripes).

Anyway, I  decided that the only thing to do was to confront  Toffee and let him know that I am the boss of Pauline Conolly’s  garden…..and that’s that! It was the scariest day of my whole life. Well, except when I was left  behind in a London hotel.

Funnily enough, Toffee seemed quite a nice fellow, so I thought the others might like to meet him.  Little Jack ran away and hid, but Milly  agreed.   She wasn’t COMPLETELY keen, but I am very persuasive.

At first she hid behind me, and just peeked over my head.  Thankfully there was no terrifying kookaburra laughter  or she might have freaked out.

Next day  I suggested she stand right  in front and say ‘Hello  Mr Toffee Kookaburra’, when he arrived.  Oh dear, it was a disaster. As soon as poor Milly said hello  he  looked her right in the eye…..and she fainted dead away!!

Poor sweet Milly. The kookaburra got such a fright that he quickly apologized and flew off to his favourite gum tree. Looks a bit ruffled eh?

I tried to revive Milly, but she was all floppy and white in the face. In the end I had to go and get my tricycle so I could take her inside.

Luckily Pauline wasn’t home or  might have been in big trouble (again). Not that it was really my fault of course.   I put Milly to bed and gave her a nip of my whiskey. That seemed to do the trick.

Oh well, as Pauline always says ( or was it Shakespeare?)  All’s well that ends well. Except…..now there’s two!!

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