Poor fishes.

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I wrote up to a strange slapping sound in the national park. I peeped over the edge of my hammock to see a beautiful blue winged kookaburra slapping a fish he’d just caught. I suppose he wanted to make sure it was dead before swallowing it.

I watched as he came back to the same branch 11 times, each time with a new fish. I was thinking what a great fisher he must be. Unfortunately my camera was on the bike, and in getting up to fetch it I scared him off.

As I was packing up I dropped a wrapper into the creek bed. Retrieving it I saw a group of fish in a drying out puddle. Some were already dead, the others squirming around in a desperate fight fire survival. I guess Mr kookaburra wasn’t such a great fisher after all!

Not pleasant to watch, I felt a bit helpless as I could do nothing to save them. Time to ride away and not dwell morbid thoughts!!

About Sophie Whiptank - aka Bart

I'm just a bloke doing some stuff, the more interesting bits I post on my blog. Scroll down far enough and you'll see me riding from Melbourne Australia to Birmingham, England in 2014. But now I'm working on another project, a single cylinder motorbike engine at 2750cc!

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