Every morning, a kookaburra comes to visit me. He sits on this chair outside. When I forget to leave him some food, he hops a little closer as if to remind me, “Hey, I’m here!”. Then other kookaburras start to join him.
I love watching them. I named this kookaburra “Kooku”. Even though he is a wild bird, he recognises my voice. When I call, he comes.