I thought it high time to spend some time bonding with the
family.
All I have to do to call them is stand by the railing. After a few seconds 4 of the crew turned upBitey (2 yr old boy), Boss (as old as methuselah), Bully (1 yr old girl) & Button (6 month old girl) turned up.
Walking along I gave each a small taste of what was to come.
All except Bully. She doesn’t like hand feeding & flew off. She’s a strange
bird. She doesn’t like hand feeding, yet will take exception to the others that
do. She is constantly giving the others a hard time.
Bitey was 1st up |
Followed by Boss |
Um Button, you do know that's my finger. |
That's more like it |
Given the treats, it was time to get down to some serious 1 on 1 time.
First up was Boss, he's my favourite. It's nearly 4 years now that we go back. All here today are his kids. He really enjoys the interaction as do I. He's happy to sit there with me patting him & chatting away. He's a great listener.
C'mon, hop on |
Yes, that is as soft as it looks |
Who's got your beak? I've got your beak. |
Am I looking at you adoringly? Or lining up your nose? |
With our bonding done it was time to get down to the serious
stuff. Feeding.
All was going well. That was up until Bitey had had enough
of watching and waiting.
Bitey, I'm guessing you know what's in my hand. |
"I knew there was a piece in there. See that Dad." The sacrifices a parent makes. |
The impatience of youth. Jumping on he was rewarded for his
effort. Now let’s see if he can sit next to his Dad and stay well behaved. Yeah
you guessed it. Harmony lasted for all
of 2 minutes. Dad, being a bit too chilled, took too long to swallow his piece
of meat.
This gave Bitey an opportunity. Catching Boss unaware, he grabbed the other end of the meat. A game of tug of war ensued. What a commotion they made.
This gave Bitey an opportunity. Catching Boss unaware, he grabbed the other end of the meat. A game of tug of war ensued. What a commotion they made.
You let go. No you let go. |
The wisdom of age. Boss realises the problem as well as the
solution. He then jumps from my hand.
Bitey won’t let go, so both fall to the earth at 32ft/s^2 (that means bloody fast). So now both are
hurtling down.Saratoga Seagulls |
Now’s the time to separate the boys from the men. A good time to play chicken. Bitey blinked and Boss flew off with prize.
Within a couple of minute’s they were both back.
While all this was going
on, Button was sitting back watching.
She sees how this works
and waits. It’s not long & Boss & Bitey are back on & back at it.
Yes, I'm a kid. Yes, I could land normally, but to come in on a slide...... |
Father & son are eye to eye, beak to beak. What’s a girl to do……………..
Join in of course. Unfortunately photos don’t relay the noise they’re creating (for that and all this action check out the vids at the end of this blog).
A kookaburra stalemate |
So now we have all 3
tugging away. It’s a no win situation. However, Button has been paying
attention at school and knows Fulcrums Law. This states that there is less
pressure at the tip of a beak, than the base of the beak.
Now she also knows Boss
& Bulley can’t let go. So she steps back, takes aim and lurches forward. So
now she has everything in her beak. She can now apply Fulcrums Law.
Fulcrums Law being applied |
Boss can see what is happening and bails, saying under his breath.. "That's the bloody education I paid for". |
Bitey's not convinced she has the upper beak and holds on. Maybe a bit too long. "Shit! This is the 2nd time today" |
Who's a clever girl. |
Boss hopping back on |
A quite moment of reflexion |
A Father Daughter moment Boss admiring what a good looking daughter he had. |
WTF. Mad as a cut snake. Teenage girls hey. Adorable one second, spawn of Satan the next. |
I’m not sure what set her
off. But I am pretty sure he didn’t like it.
The next 2 photos remind me of my youth. In my late teens/early twenties, I was going out with a girl called Marion.
Me being a keen surfer & her mad about camping, many weekends were spent camping at different surf spots up & down the coast. The best surfing seems to be in the colder months. Less crowds.
Marion however, always had a cold nose. We came up with a solution. She would say she was cold, I would hold up my clenched left fist and she would insert her nose. I was her nose cosy. It must have been a sight for other motorists that would pass us on the highway with her nose firmly planted in my fist.
Babe, I've got a cold nose. |
Knock yourself out Bub. |
Well that's it for now folks.
Stay safe & we'll see what adventures await us next time.
Oh yeah, those videos.https://youtu.be/buwOe0nzo_A
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