Expect the unexpected
The unexpected.
As i walked down the hill a big wind hit and i became fearful i’d be hit by a falling branch. Just as i thought this thought a thump sounded beside me and i looked down and saw a young Pheasant Coucal land at my feet.
I was not expecting to be nearly hit on the head by a falling bird. a branch maybe, a few leaves, but not a bird.
Coucals are not good flyers. they fly like brown paper bags caught in a breeze. going up and crash landing in the long grass. a fast running aboriginal was able to run them down.
Young Coucals fly like a Macca’s box thrown out of a moving car window. It landed like a penguin that had been pushed out of a gumtree. It was not what it expected. It was not what i expected. an hour later it died. i was expecting a branch to hit me. Had i been expecting a Coucal i could have reached out, caught it and saved it’s life. Tomorrow as a walk down the hill i’ll be looking out for Coucals and …..get hit by a branch.
The Turkey's Nest 