Throwing sausages

The first couple we met when we moved into our new place 2 weeks ago? It was them. We bonded over BBQ and sausages. Since then they’ve been coming around our backyard almost every evening. The perfect companions for Bram the Birdman (even at work they call him that now, because of his crazy fascinations with the Australian birds and their songs). It’s a mutually beneficial relationship. They get sausages. We get laughs.

Old Aussie folklore:

“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Merry merry king of the bush is he,
Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra!
Gay your life must be” 

(PS: I still think they sound like monkeys)