Do Kookaburras Hold a Grudge?
This morning, I walk into the family room and stop dead. There’s a kookaburra perched on the wingback armchair. I’ve had birds inside before – a king parrot sometimes goes for my muesli if I leave the table, or a confused noisy miner might wander in. But never a kookaburra. Instead of flying out when it sees me, it fluffs its multi-tone taupe feathers and fixes me with a stare.
