tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post3680006792891347111..comments2023-07-17T04:07:46.354-07:00Comments on Gardener in the Distance...gardening and belonging in Ballarat.: Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree, Watching a Mouse, Scuttling Free...Gardener in the Distancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-25153338752744517872011-11-22T02:53:22.496-08:002011-11-22T02:53:22.496-08:00Catmint, given that it's natural for kookaburr...Catmint, given that it's natural for kookaburras to eat mice, I'm not sure any moral can be drawn except to say that when under threat, it may be smartest to offer your indispensability. I prefer your interpretation. <br />I'm a sucker for David beats Goliath stories. <br />Cheers, Faisal.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-56403689146561759432011-11-22T02:23:54.387-08:002011-11-22T02:23:54.387-08:00dear Faisal, I LOVE IT (please forgive the shoutin...dear Faisal, I LOVE IT (please forgive the shouting) Should there be a moral? e.g. never assume your breakfast can only help you nutritionally? cheers, catmintSue Catminthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14242341696447975933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-22461570937567938702011-11-21T22:44:48.997-08:002011-11-21T22:44:48.997-08:00Thankyou Velma; it keeps me entertained.Thankyou Velma; it keeps me entertained.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-33957387858579853912011-11-21T16:12:15.061-08:002011-11-21T16:12:15.061-08:00a fine story.a fine story.Velma Bolyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12446502295849533888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-63167341661921822022011-11-21T10:39:31.303-08:002011-11-21T10:39:31.303-08:00A bit of light entertainment Liisa, because I was ...A bit of light entertainment Liisa, because I was bored, because I get sick of writing about gardening...alot of our birds seem to have such character, or maybe it's because we have so many (dwindling?) species, so diverse - thankyou, and you have a great week too in Seattle!Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-51431279386278289052011-11-21T08:37:01.125-08:002011-11-21T08:37:01.125-08:00Well told, and such a beautiful old Kookaburra, yo...Well told, and such a beautiful old Kookaburra, yours; they are such an icon of Australian nature, I should have one with me here in Seattle... Have great week, Liisa.The Intercontinental Gardenerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03419730672738553254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-77430474434235623372011-11-20T11:32:15.165-08:002011-11-20T11:32:15.165-08:00No trouble, James. Kookaburras are in the kingfish...No trouble, James. Kookaburras are in the kingfisher family, but not being as water-dependent, they eat snakes, lizards and - gulp - mice. They're known for their wonderful song, which sounds like laughter, and can become quite tame. A handsome, intelligent bird.Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-82875776132263960752011-11-20T05:48:42.754-08:002011-11-20T05:48:42.754-08:00Faisal, Thank you. Now I have an Australian story....Faisal, Thank you. Now I have an Australian story. What kind of bird IS a Koookaburra?James Goldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12718058779971621920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-21481180696265737262011-11-19T23:43:07.426-08:002011-11-19T23:43:07.426-08:00Just don't tell Aesop, Demie!Just don't tell Aesop, Demie!Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-7817730639807402302011-11-19T17:45:42.003-08:002011-11-19T17:45:42.003-08:00that was better thán Aesop!that was better thán Aesop!erleichdahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02471341634223594648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-27614570643528837932011-11-19T13:25:43.947-08:002011-11-19T13:25:43.947-08:00Once, James, the kookaburra, sitting in the old gu...Once, James, the kookaburra, sitting in the old gum tree, with the sun shining on him and all he surveyed, spied a mouse way down below. His eyesight was excellent. Before the mouse could say, "where am I?", Kookaburra was flying down to catch him. <br />But the sun was shining brighter than other days, and even with his keen eyes, Kookaburra didn't see a gum tree branch in front of him. Oh No! He flew straight into the branch, and instead of touching down beside Mouse, he fell into a clumsy heap! <br />Mouse was getting a better idea where he was by now, and squeaked to Kookaburra, "My friend, can you still fly?". <br />Kookaburra was stunned...not only was his wing sore, but for the first time, a mouse had spoken to him. Usually he just swallowed them. <br />"My friend," he said in reply, " I can't move my wing. It looks like I've broken it." <br />Mouse was a brave mouse and he knew, when he saw the sun shining inro his eyes that morning, that something special was going to happen. <br />"Fear not," he gamely said to Kookaburra, "although I look like breakfast to you, I am in fact a fully qualified surgeon..."<br />"Impossible," said kooaburra, still somewhat concussed, and not yet ready to deal with baffling conversation, " you don't even look like you could drive an ambulance!" <br />Mouse took the insult in his stride, being a generally unflappable kind of mouse. <br />"If you let me fix your wing, Kookaburra," he ventured, "all I ask is for your protection, and that I may never be seen as breakfast again." <br />"Deal done," Kookaburra hastily agreed ( his wing was getting rather sore by now ). <br />And so it was, Mouse fixed Kookaburra's wing so well he was able to fly again. In time, he forgot all about being compared to an ambulance driver. And Kookaburra? In all his subsequent days of flying, he was always watching out for Mouse, his true friend, who lived to be a very old, uneaten mouse...Gardener in the Distancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14478393904059307841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079722435186265697.post-52114650812516495012011-11-19T07:10:29.585-08:002011-11-19T07:10:29.585-08:00A story!A story!James Goldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12718058779971621920noreply@blogger.com