Greetings loved ones from down under. I believe we have a Kookaburra problem, or it could be rabid-venomous flying monkeys I can’t be sure. You see, I haven’t actually laid eyes on the creature(s) yet, but each of the last two mornings have been split wide open by a sound that can only be described as the combination between a deranged chimpanzee and a teething colicky baby with gas.
I did a little reading on the Kookaburra and found out that they eat little creatures like bugs and snakes, so it might be a good thing to have in our garden… I just wish they didn’t go to work so early in the morning.
I’m not sure if having a Kookaburra around is supposed to be good luck or not, but they (I call them “they” because judging by the racket they are making there must be about a dozen of them) are certainly waking me up early which can’t be good for anyone. If I get any grumpier about losing my beauty sleep, that silly Kookaburra won’t be laughing any more. His luck will run out!