Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:33 pm
Ah Hubird me old mate ...I did notice that the Kookaburra in the clip sounded slightly restrained ,that was probably because the recordist had shoved a 3 million db pad in the mike and put his headphones into the camera bag in the hope his ears would live to hear another day . The difference between doves gently cooing and kookaburras yelling at the top of their little lungs is akin to the difference between stubbing your toe [irritating no doubt ,unsettling no doubt ]and having a homicidal maniac rush at you with a chainsaw and hack your leg off . You see what the K's are doing is proclaiming to everyone in earshot ,and thats a lot of everyones, that they are indeed the local bigboy and that they can shout louder than anyone and longer than anyone and if you dont look out they'te gonna come and shout right down your friggin earhole until your sorry arse falls off . Of course they dont do this alone ...they do this in concert with all the other bigboys in the area ...6.... 7 maybe ,after that it doesn't matter it's the end of life as we know it ,and even worse they like to start this acoustic rumble just before the sun comes up and even worse still is that there a couple of nice big sydney redgums not spitting distance from me and my beloveds pillows which will each be occupied by one of the aforementioned bigboys . Now if I am moved to yell ,once the trembling shock has subsided "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARDS" ,they just think Oh another bigboy and yell louder and longer to tell me to S the F U . Now that we are both fully awake I am then likely to have the beloved hiss at me "your bloody birds " . You gotta be tough to survive in the urban bush
Cheers
Paul
