sandeyeImitations
March 17th 2008 17:27
I was watching a pair of wagtails enjoy the washing hoist, swirling as it swung slightly in the breeze. A pair of turtle doves were sitting extremely close to one another, gently necking on the poinsettia tree. A trio of ravens flew overhead, cawing loudly as they traversed their chosen territory.
What sounded like a kookaburra laughing through a sore throat was the next I heard or saw from the yard. The strange noise turned out to be a young myna bird practicing the kookaburra laugh from its repertoire, though! It soon informed me it was not a real one, by the fact that it trailed off into a clicking clacking sounds as if an old woman sat knitting outside my window - and then into a screech as it located some morsel of food in the form of a grub.
What sounded like a kookaburra laughing through a sore throat was the next I heard or saw from the yard. The strange noise turned out to be a young myna bird practicing the kookaburra laugh from its repertoire, though! It soon informed me it was not a real one, by the fact that it trailed off into a clicking clacking sounds as if an old woman sat knitting outside my window - and then into a screech as it located some morsel of food in the form of a grub.
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