I'm used to being woken up by the stomping of blackbirds in blundstones all along the roof, digging out the moss to find insects and wormy things. So I mentally said thank you to the one I saw this morning as I trawled around the corner to get the paper.
Whatever he had in his beak looked like a cross between an anaconda and a basilisk. He landed on the nature strip ready for breakfast when a magpie swooped down and stole it, after giving Mr. Blackbird quite a wallop.
The maggie found a quiet nature strip further away for his ill-gotten snack just in time to be whacked in the back of the head by a kookaburra who swiped the morsel and took off for the trees over in the golf course.
All this happened in a matter of minutes. I fully expected David Attenborough to swing down out of a tree with one of his running commentaries.
The kookaburra was a big surprise as I have heard them but not seen one since Australand and Mirvac ran roughshode over the small piece of bushland we enjoyed.
I hope to wake up to the blundstones again tomorrow, the spouting obviously needs a good clean.