Kookaburra Kriminal

A revisit of Kuranda saw us drop into the restaurant in the market. Tables look out across an open front to tin roofs and rainforest. A kookaburra appeared on a tin roof with a dragonfly in its beak. The diners made appreciative noises. Robert tucked into his fruitshake which co-ordinated well with cap and T-Shirt:

Then battered fish and fries were served. Suddenly the kookaburra took charge, swooping in to attack and place himself on the table. Fixing us with beady eye, he resisted a whack with a knife and swipe with a table number holder, but retreated higher up where he threatened every morsel from plate to fork to mouth. To be fair, he must have been taught to beg by humans, and then turned to crime!