Twice in the past three days, I have seen a Kookaburra. Seriously. The first time, it zoomed past, hovered over the creek, then plunged in with a giant PLOP. This morning, it zipped past us as we were walking near the bay, following its giant, pointy beak.
Either his internal GPS is really messed up (we're a long way from Australia), someone has been putting hallucinogenics in my coffee, or it's a Belted Kingfisher.
I know he's laughing at me.
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