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Dinner Time

The Kookaburras at the River Park are wily creatures – waiting for their moment to swoop on the tasty barbequed sausages of unsuspecting campers. They then proceed to “kill” the sausage before gobbling it down.

Photo: Laughing Kookaburra, Lane Cove River Park

During our brief sojourn in the park we attended evening information sessions run by the National Parks and Wildlife team and learnt about the two calls the Kookaburras make as they are settling down for the night. We saw by torch light where they sleep high in the trees. And in the torch light we also saw brush tail possums, ring tail possums, bandicoots and spiders. Another night we looked at the stars – the few that could be seen through the bright lights of the city and the sheen of a full moon. We sighed for the sparkle of the Milky Way glistening in the darker night sky of the mountains – time to go home again.

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