Sunday, August 24, 2014

DIARY OF A CURLEW CARER #5


Daddy brings  home  the tasty   bacon

Come quick! This command can mean  there is a snake in the shed  or more likely  that  the Curlews , especially the chicks , are doing something cute . On hearing the latest  call, I dash outside and my attention is  drawn   to “Daddy” energetically  dragging and  picking  something which at first glance appears to be the  desiccated body of  a  lizard. It is, however , the  bone from  a T-bone steak , with a long  piece of grissle  attached . How  it  came to be on the property  cannot be  explained as  it is  not our bone. 
 
Daddy had even dragged it over the  Berlin Wall built to keep the chicks within the relative safety of the  backyard. Over the  coming  days , the  T-bone is  seen  in various parts of  the yard  and on the verandah, the  grissle ever shorter, well picked .

Curlews  in  the  street are  heard crying in a strange way   about  9pm  and  on checking our brood in the backyard , Dad is seen standing alert , listening to  the message on the  tom-toms . Suddenly, he rockets off,  down the side of the house, leaps the  Berlin Wall and joins three other Curlews  telling a  wallaby in the street  to  hit  the  track .

Another   night  , a little after  3am,  our  Curlews  screech  .  Jumping  out of  bed  to investigate , fearing it might be  the return of the  Barking Owl,  a   fat  possum  is   seen decamping from the  pruned   large mango  tree  where  every piece  of succulent  regrowth suddenly  disappears.  A thong is hurled as  it   scampers  away and disappears  over the fence ; much later  it  and mates  dance  on the roof. Every mango tree  in  North Australia  is  in  magnificent   bloom , except ours.

 
The  chicks grow rapidly,  one is smaller. Less adventurous  than  the  other, it tends to cling more to the mother , so it is declared the  girl.   The  larger sibling sprints  around  the yard on  its own , which can be  dangerous .   One day  a  Lorikeet , in a flash of colour and with a screech, landed next to  the  wandering youngster.   Taken by surprise, the  big boy  chick, took up a  pose like  the   boxer  , Kid  Curlew of  Capricornia , its  stubby wings outstretched like fingers, stood tall , and glared at  the  intruder, offering  it a round or two for a pound or  two. Must be away  as  Daddy  is tapping  at the  den door  wanting breakfast and the  rest of  the family  are gathered  near  the  T-bone.