Monday, September 15, 2014

DIARY OF A CURLEW CARER # 6


 Making himself  at home standing  on the  Queen Mother’s  bed ,  covered by a    Townsville  artisan made  quilt , which  will  be   part of  the Downton Abbey inheritance ,  Curlew  admires  itself  in  wardrobe  mirror .
If  we  had  a chimney , I am sure  the Curlews  would come down  it  like Santa . Inadvertently leave the back door open  and the family of  four , Dad in the  lead,  head  for the  kitchen . At  times  he  has   entered on his  own and  gone  for  a  stroll  about the  lounge,  the  bedrooms  and been shooshed out .
 
My  wife recently announces ,” There is  a  cheeky  Curlew  sitting on my bed .” Reaching  for the camera , I go to investigate  and  get  the  above  photo. The  two chicks are  growing  like wildfire, have  difficulty knowing  what to do with  their  longs legs , losing most of  their  fluff. 
One night  there is  loud  screeching  and on rushing out  once again discover  another visit by  dreaded  Barking Owl , which makes  midnight  snacks of  young  birds , sitting  on  the  fence. 
Threw  the  strawbroom like a javelin  and  it  fled.  One morning  it is  discovered that  the Berlin Wall built  to  keep the   chicks inside  has  been  breached  and  there is   a  strange  mark like a bicycle tyre –a snake ? Of  course, it could be the tail of  a wallaby. As mentioned  in  an earlier  blog, the strain  of  listening at night for sounds of  danger  is  wearing , causing   bags  to  fill rapidly under  the eyes.

Charge  of  Curlew  Brigade  at  feed  time
 On several occasions I  totter out of  bed  to dong  possums which  thunder along  the roof  and  nibble  plants . A kookaburra causes unease  among the Curlew family so brandish the broom and it goes away .