
The Kookaburra is a much-loved Australian bird, their visits always welcomed by all, their laughter copied by children from an early age. Their arrival at our beach camp and school by the sea invariably brings happiness and joy, as older folk fumble about for their cameras.

As the weather cools, especially if rain is predicted, their visits become more frequent. On wet days, they man each fence post surrounding our vegetable garden back at home, like sentries on duty, waiting for worms to emerge from the mud. Their call is often a seasonal indicator.

The name comes from Wiradjuri language, guuguubarra, onomatopoeic of its call. One can imagine the alarm and perhaps fear experienced by the early imperialists of Australia on hearing for the first time, the cacophonous laughter of the kookaburra, a bird call so exotic and alien to their English consciousness.

They are my favourite bird, not so much for their call but for their cute haircut, hints of blue feathering, and hunting knowledge, seen in their alert eyes.

We hear them even in the city. I love to hear that laugh.
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So nice to be back in Australia where I might have a chance of seeing and hearing a Kookaburra. Very nice photos Francesca. Photographing birds is one of the few times I wish I had a camera with a telephoto lens…but then I would just never get anything done except photographing birds or other animals.
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My new camera with detachable telephoto lens has been the best toy I have every received.Let playtime begin.
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Oh, and welcome home.
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Thank you. Arrived Alice today and going to Adelaide tomorrow then back home on Sunday, finally 🙂
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They are another example of proving nature is a wonderful thing. I have heard that if you hear their cacophony at sunrise 3 mornings in a row, rain is guaranteed to be imminent. Haven’t tested that little gem but I like the sound of it 🙂
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I think that theory is spot on. More trustworthy than weatherzone and BOM.
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Agree!
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At Taylors Arm the pre-daylight kooka chorus is a daily event 🙂 Local lore is however many black cockatoos you see is how many days of rain. Given the flock has increased to up to 14… We’re getting some rain, just enough to top up the tanks & keep the garden greenish.
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I love Black cockies- a sign that the bush is very healthy and a special visitation.
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Great birds, I love that kookas mate for life and always return to the same area to nest. I’ve seen them cheekily nick sausages off a barbeque, they must look like fat worms to them.
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Ah, mating for life, how nice, just like ducks.
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Kookaburra sitting in the old gum tree…
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laugh, kookaburra, laugh….
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I remember that little rhyme from when I was a child…have not thought of it in years. A fun memory…thank you for sharing your photos!
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That line is from an ancient song- one that predates the popular one most people know. The line starts with ” Kook, kook, kook kook, laugh your merry laughter, laugh your merry laughter ka, ka koo, koo,ka etc… Sitting in a gum tree, laughing at me.
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What beautiful photos signora!
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Grazie signorina
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Fantastic photos. We always have kookas around the house, it’s such a beautiful sound. I love the way their laugh is so often heard in old Tarzan and other jungle movies!
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Yes, that’s an odd thing. I guess it’s because they sound so loud and exotic. Now that it’s raining here, I expect to see some today.
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Lovely post about a great bird. Cheers!
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Thanks, a national icon, the Kookaburra
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I love their cute haircut too .. Real characters 😄
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You’re up early Missy! Daylight savings ended here on the weekend and now I can’t sleep.
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We lost our hour last weekend! Shame 😢
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Wonderful pictures and I have enjoyed everyone’s comments as well. Very interesting!
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Thanks Liz
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Amazing photos. You’ve captured the kookas beautifully. We have a few groups in the village – sometimes the vocal boundary marking is raucous, a family of 4 that hang around between ours and the neighbours. We’ve named this years baby Beatnik because of that cute haircut. The others go off, he hangs out and follows us around the yard.
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So cute. Baby Beatnik, can’t wait to see him up there one day.
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Cheeky
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