We have a band of feathery brothers (possibly sisters?) who descend on us every morning for a feed of raw kanga meat. They were all born around the same time and exhibit all the playful stupidity of normal youngsters. At least one of them seems to have imprinted on my wife and spends long moments perched on the table staring intently at her. When they were first born, they would line up with their mouths open, croaking impatiently and she would drop the food into each of their open beaks. Ah, the joys of parenthood (at least she didn't have to regurgitate it for them). No nappies to change either, they just do it right there on the verandah. We are pretty sure they haven't lost their hunting instincts though as we see them swooping on unsuspecting frogs and lizards in the garden from time to time. Soon they'll have young ones of their own and we'll be grandparents. Ain't nature grand?
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