One thing I have learnt is some birds are either extremely stupid or have an eyesight problem.

My house has lots of big windows. I just love cleaning and polishing them.(Do you help at home?) There`s me minding my own business cleaning the windows, whistling away,(can you whistle? Sorry teach!!). I come inside sit down and survey my lovely clean windows. Ahhhhhhhh! THEN! Crash!! Bloomin` birds try to fly straight through the glass! It`s such a shame as most of them break their necks. I still don`t know how to stop them. (Have you any ideas??).

One morning there was a great kerfuffle out in the paddock, and to my horror, there was a Kookaburra (NOT laughing!) caught by the wing on a barbed wire fence.I can not stand barbed wire - cruel stuff!! Quite a few crows were attacking the poor defenceless thing. Out I went and shoo`ed the crows away, released the Kooky and brought him indoors.

Luckily he had no broken bones,but lot of cuts, so I sprayed them with that purple stuff we use on cuts. He (I called him Charlie) settled down in a big cardboard box and over a time recovered well. I used to give him flying lessons, holding his feet and letting him flap his wings a lot.

I fed him worms and grubs(YUMMY!!) and sometimes steak!! My bloomin` steak! Can you imagine a purple coloured bird wooffin` down T-bone steak? He and I became very good friends.I should think so after eating all my steak.

The big day arrived, a bit sad really,1...........2.............3................. up, up and away. He used to come and visit for quite a while. How did I know it was Charlie? He used to sit on a fence post and laugh WITH me.

I came in from shopping one very hot day to find a bat (about half the size of a mouse with wings)on the floor. It had somehow broken it`s wing. So, I got a matchstick and a band aid and made a splint (Do you know what that is?) on its broken wing.

For three weeks that bat recovered in a shoe box. And there is me out in the garden collecting all sorts of insects and grubs for it to eat.I didn`t have a clue what they ate.(Do you know?)

Anyhow!We practised its flying skills after the splint came off. Again!! 1.............2...............3..........Away it went like a rocket. It landed on a big old dead tree and hung upside down from a limb. And the next thing, A huge eagle swooped down and (would you believe????!!!!) ate it...........................(OZ Wouldn`t it??!) = Oh dash it!!

Hang on a sec, My PUGS are chewing my new slippers!!

Driving down to town one cold morning, I came across a dead wombat in the middle of the road.( You would think they would have moved it to the side wouldn`t you. Why is that then?)

I stopped the car and went back. It was very, very big, so I dragged it towards the side of the road. Then I noticed a little leg and claw moving inside the pouch!! It was still alive, all pink and bald, with just a few whiskers and eyebrows. Shivering!!

I picked it up and put him/her inside my jumper. Not a good idea that. I ended up wee`d on several times and ended up smelling like an old goat!!

Then on to the Vet.( What`s a vet then?) The vet rang me a few weeks later to say "Ernie" ( I called him that) had survived and was doing well in a refuge farm.(Want to see a wombat? Try this!)

It pays to look closely at things doesn`t it?