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Mid week madness.

The Kookaburra song is well known all over Australia, although to be honest, I don’t recall ever hearing the third verse.

The original.
Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Merry merry king of the bush is he.
Laugh, Kookaburra, laugh, Kookaburra,
Gay your life must be!

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Eating all the gum drops he can see.
Stop Kookaburra, stop Kookaburra
Save some there for me!

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Counting all the monkeys he can see.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra
That’s not a monkey, that’s me!

Alternative verses
Kookaburra sits on the electric wire,
Jumping up and down, with his pants on fire.
Ouch, Kookaburra, ouch! Kookaburra,
Hot your tail must be!

Kookaburra sits on a rusty nail,
Gets a boo-boo in his tail.
Cry, Kookaburra, cry, Kookaburra,
Oh how life can be!

Kookaburra sits on the old gum tree,
Eating all the gum drops he can see.
Laugh Kookaburra, laugh Kookaburra
Gay your life must be!

And this brings me to this mornings picture. I’m making coffee and then that distinctive laugh comes through, very close, so I grab the camera to see how close.
On the power pole at the end of the a car port, two of the cheeky buggers.
Not the best picture, granted, but there they are. And they stayed long enough for me to get a picture.


Spare moments

There is dew on the grass. Untouched and clean.
A kookaburra flies past. Silent and free.
The dog goes nuts as I walk out the door.
The sun is rising, the fog is lifting.
The roses are waiting for their time to shine.
The house is quiet for a few more minutes,
as I sip my morning coffee.






A little something to keep you going while I work out what I’m doing.
Have a great day 🙂

Morning time…

As I walk out the door and slip on my shoes,
I hear the crow of a rooster in the distance, the dogs funny yawn and morning hello noises, I see nought evidence of a sunrise and then realise (as the dog jumps on me)… it’s been raining overnight.
The clouds are low, there is mist in the air.

I collect my clothes off the line, destined for the dryer, and the laugh of the kookaburra greets me…
I kick the ball for the dog and all I hear are his footsteps as he races down the bank.
The house is quiet and dark, the kids are still asleep, more birds start to wake, and call out.
Raindrops glisten on the tree, and one drops down my neck, causing a shiver.
The dog runs back, all wiggly with morning excitement, the ball forgotten, at the bottom of the garden.
The kookaburra keeps laughing as I walk back inside.

My peace and quiet soon to be broken as I make that first coffee and wake the kids.

keep smiling 🙂