There was a pair of baby currawongs, much like these two, parked in the gum tree in the front yard.

Mother was off chasing a shiny green Christmas beetle, and looked as pleased to see me as she was going to - Got bread? Going away, once you've given me the bread? (Delivered in a protective mother tone of voice).

They're funny looking little things at that age, with their stubby beaks and grey baby feathers.

I didn't think trying to take a photo was a good idea - they weren't too sure who I was and mum bird was not too subtly trying to keep my attention elsewhere.

She likes me, but only so far...

When they're bigger, things will be different, but in the meantime a certain amount of discretion on my part is a good thing.

In my spare time I've been building a merry-goat-round.

You know how I said mother bird gave me the "Don't make this turn ugly" look?

My favourite old cockatoo, as part of his going home in the evening routine, flies over and lands in "That" gum tree...

Mother and father currawong didn't so much go to town as applied for planning permission, built the town, populated it, built a music hall and hosted an award winning rendition of Annie get your gun, established the town as a major Internation manufacturing hub with excellent tourism facilities, and then they came to town.

Poor old bloke, he ended up hiding in a wattle tree, to avoid the shrieking, the dive bombing and beak clacking.

To make things worse, at least one of the babies took shelter in a tree about 15 feet away.

* Sorry, interrupted, there. The scream of terror - I know that voice... Somebody thought he was getting comfortable in the tree when along came an all too curious (and should know better than to harass the cockatoos) possum. It's a madhouse here, sometimes. *

Long story short, the parents kept up their vigorous defence of their offspring until just on dark, then everything went quiet.

And that's how I hoped it would stay.

More fool me.

I wouldn't trade them for anything in the World. They are my strange, often hilarious, sometimes frustrating, occasionally worrying friends, family, life.

Hi.

I've been giving considerable

Thought to the whole social media

Situation over the last couple of days

And have decided to stop participating.

Tas your a wonderful person,

Deb, Kopes, Stawks and Helen and 

A few others are a credit to this forum.

And Ecar, I have always had a soft

Spot for you, so I give you ownership 

Of the thread. Do with it as you will.

I have enjoyed the fun, but there are

Other things about this forum that bother

Me so I believe the best thing to do

Is exit ffom it and get back to the person

I used to be before I visited here.

If thats possible. 

So I bid you all regetfully a sad 

Goodbye. 

Stay safe, have a merry xmas.