They’ve gone and done it again, just when I thought they’d given up on their plans to torment me into early insanity, the kookaburras show up again. This morning it was about 5:30am, I guess that's not bad compared to the 4:30 average from January and February – but still it’s pitch black out there at that hour. What in the world can they be hooting and hollering about when they can’t even see each other?
They’ve also invaded the house… allow me to explain with a story. How many of you Custis / Hahn / Ewing’s can remember about 30 years ago someone gave someone a “bag of laughs” as a gag gift at Gram and Gramp’s house in Lincoln? It was a little plastic device inside an orange bag, and when you pressed the button it played a recorded loop of uncontrollable laughter. I’m sure it got annoying in about thirty seconds if you were over the age of say 16… but for us kids, we must have pressed that thing 200 times a day. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that eventually the “bag of laughs” mysteriously got lost.
So any way, in our house the other day a stuffed kookaburra showed up. I shouldn’t say it showed up, Wendy bought it and the boys torment me with it. When sitting silently it’s cute enough, but press its little wing and it plays the same recorded loop of uncontrollable laughter that was in the bag of laughs thirty some years ago… I swear it is the exact same loop of laughter. What I can tell you, is that it is most certainly not funny anymore. And, while this kookaburra has yet to go missing, he is currently buried in a bucket of sea glass, where I hope no one finds him.