Outing #39: The Confident Currawong


@12:57pm

Lace Monitors: A mixed blessing to have around; they keep snakes away, but tear the tent to shreds when I'm not here.

Lace Monitors: A mixed blessing to have around; they keep snakes away, but tear the tent to shreds when I’m not here.

Broeski’s just been around, well, he’s still outside right now – alternating between just lying in the sun flat-out and stomping around looking for food.

Frankly, I’ve got no idea why he’s even out walking around today; the wind out here today is freezing.

I’ve made a pretty good go of not feeding him the past couple of visits since the other day when he first arrived again, but with over a half a can of turkey spam just sitting here breeding drug-resistant bacteria and white shit all over it, I figured if I’m not gunna eat it anymore – which I’m most certainly not – I may as well get rid of it sooner versus later.

I have to say my anthropomorphic interpretation of his lack of facial expression led me to feeling sorry for the scaly chump too: I asked myself questions like, “has he eaten so far this spring since he’s come out of hibernation?” and “How many birds nests might *not* be raided if he has something to eat here instead?” before chopping the turkey spam in half in the tin, then dumping it outside for him to finally find.

So shoot me, he looked hungry.

So shoot me, he looked hungry.

Took him a while too; with several Currawong having a go – pecking what they could from the chunks of meat – before the reptile finally sniffed it out then came for it.

Hang on the Currawong are back; making their sad squawking noises like they really wanted that turkey spam. I’ll give em some bread.

@1:43pm

So the Broeski is out there basking in the sun, a few meters from the tent, when a single Currawong swoops in, lands on the ground and starts chicken-walking around making those little noises.

Since Broeski had just walked right on up and taken the spam from the birds, I figure I’ll give them something else and start tearing bits of muffin up and toss then out, but the moment Broeski sees all this movement he starts paddling on over real quick like.

I found out last year that the Lace Monitors vision is movement-based, with a few dodgy experiments to confirm the fact: I stuck my hand out and wiggled my fingers. His response was to instantly run at my fingers, and my response was – obviously enough – to remove them.

So this Currawong is just picking at the chunks of muffin while a two meter lace monitor is walking towards it. Broeski gets to within a few feet of the bird, then seems to forget completely why he came over here.

Mighty silly thing to do - flick bread and move a lot - with a very large lizard just a few feet away.

Mighty silly thing to do flick bread and move a lot with a very large lizard just a few feet away.

What does the Currawong do? It starts flicking bits of muffin around – right next to the always-hungry lizard – trying to break them into smaller, more manageable pieces. The moment Broeski catches this movement he starts running at the Currawong. The Currawong hops back a few steps but Broeski just keeps coming: straight at the bird.

Once Broeski got a fix on the Currawong he wouldn't stop, till the bird had to fly away.

Once Broeski got a fix on the Currawong he wouldn’t stop, till the bird had to fly away.

The Currawong took a few more hops back away from the lizard again – never leaving the ground all this time – but by now, Broeski had a lock on the fucker and he just kept on after it.

He would swallow it whole: beak, feet, the lot.

All of a sudden the Currawong decides that WOW! Being eaten alive by a creature like that might just be a real thing that could actually happen and quickly grabs a chunk of muffin before flying away.

Broeski just lays there, then lowers his head to sunbake some more. Probably forgot why he’d come over here in the first place, now the bird was gone.

Outing #39: The Confident Currawong
3.9 Guidos (10 ratings)

Jason
Animal-loving cleaner with a parrot.

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