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Currawong Returns

He came back today. It’s been months since he visited, and I’ve often wondered how he was faring.

I was sweeping the veranda – an endless and often futile task, thanks to the enormous eucalyptus trees in my front garden – when the sound of beating wings made me turn around. There he was, a tiny red palm fruit berry in his beak, bright eyes watching me as I wielded the broom.

‘Well, hello there. It’s been a while!’ I smiled, and he dropped the berry at my feet – a gift designed to encourage a reciprocal offering.

Reaching through the front door to the hall stand, I retrieved the packet of dried mealworms I keep for visitors of the feathered variety. (Humans seem less enthusiastic about them, for reasons I've yet to discover.) At any rate, I know he’s not fond of them either, despite their nutritional value, and he gave me an old-fashioned look before turning his back on the desiccated pile.

‘Okay, okay. Cheese it is!’

I capitulated and headed into the kitchen, emerging a minute later with a container of cheddar. Breaking off some tiny crumbs, I approached and placed them carefully on the veranda rail.

‘You can’t have much,’ I cautioned him. ‘Cheese isn’t great for your digestion. It’s just a small treat … but you know that, anyway.’

He regarded me for a moment, then stepped forward and grabbed his prize. I returned to the kitchen and when I looked out the window, he’d flown away.

But later, when I ventured back onto the veranda to watch the kangaroos, I found the little red berry, lying where he had left it on the deck - a memento of a strange, interspecies friendship.

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Ian Sagaris
Ian Sagaris

It is wonderful to have such a talented and interesting next door neighbour. Ian


lynda braun
lynda braun

thats just too sweet for words. thanks

Angela Wallis Moore
Angela Wallis Moore

thanks Lynda. I look forward to his visits.