The final screech of a murdered Kookaburra.

It was 2 am the still moon lit sky was screaming for help. Sitting straight immediately from the bed, I rose concerned the raucous might wake our guests some 300 metres from where I lay. The unmistakable cry for help from the trapped Kookaburra, continuously screeched into the full moon. A murder was underway!

Grabbing a torch I raced out into the night to assist or shut the noise down. Some 16 metres up a black butt tree, one of many in the vast expanse of our front yard, our local Rufous Owl had a firm hold within his dangling talons a Kookaburra; the other foot firmly holding the branch. A sight we had seen a few times before. Quickly I was able to obtain from the lawn, several hard wood branches to throw. Many attempts and close misses later, this old owl knew the routine.

Crazy humans trying to get an easy hand on my dinner, not tonight you won’t! We have successful saves before.

A couple of strong strangles with the beak, the noise ceased. Immediately in graceful swoop of the lawn, over the driveway, then deep into the rainforest she disappears with her feed.

The night again falls silent……………

These above shots above were taken on another evening. Under camouflage of the ferns, I became the prey whilst taking photos of the Rufous. She grabbed my hand and camera throwing the camera to the lawn some metres away. My hand was bleeding from 4 large punctures from her talons. What an unforgettable experience to say the least. The camera still works, my hand is fine!

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