January 9th, 2010
Meet my little friend, Chuckles. She is my little buddy. She keeps down the population of yabbies and is the deadly enemy of snakes so that alone is very helpful. Last year when my ducklings were very tiny I had to watch her and her friends and family very carefully. They had a sort of look in their eye that I didn’t trust.
Lately, she has been looking after her very own babies. I have not seen them yet but I know they are there. We have this little routine Chuckles and I. Most mornings after the watering of the garden and before I let the ducks out of their pen I give her a little treat. Not every day. Just sometimes. She knows if I let out the ducks without giving her her ‘little something’ that there will be no little something that particular day, so she heads off to find her own. She usually eats whatever I give her and hangs around to see if there is another piece, but when she has babies she flies off to give them the first piece I give her. Her babies get first pick. She is a good mum
The other day, when I was putting the ducks ‘to bed’ they were acting all frightened and ‘spooked’. I looked down and there was a rat he ran past me and out the gate. Most disturbing for me as well as the ducks. I saw the creature again the next day running down the side fence. He was a bold one that was for sure, a little too bold for Chuckles, who thought he looked a tasty treat! She brought him to show me the next day, up in my Chestnut tree. She looked pretty pleased with herself. She often brings me little her little finds, I think she is showing me how clever she is. She sits on the verandah railings with a skink or yabbie hanging out her mouth. I watch from the kitchen window while she bashes it against the rail. I tell her how clever she is then she usually flys away. Lately, she has taken to flying down and landing on my knee when I am about to feed her. The other Kookaburras don’t do this, they stay further away.