09 Pigeon talk!

Bobblehead: CC, d’yer wanna join me on this round table back here?

Coocachoo: Nah, I’m good.

Bobblehead: But yer at a table for four. You’ll get moved on pronto.

Coocachoo: Nah, comfy here. They can get stuffed.

Bobblehead: Dangerous talk f’ra pigeon; ‘ve seen taxidermi n’all.

Coocachoo: Don’t care, I’m settled.

Bobblehead: Hey, hey, there’s a guy pointing ‘is phone at ya!

Coocachoo: Just taking a photo, ya nong! He’ll move on soon enough. Chill, BB!

Bobblehead: Reckon you’re chancing it, ‘lowing ‘im do that - e’s like stalking ya!!

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Me: Hey, howyagoin’? Mind if I join you?

Coocachoo: Sure, suit ya self.

Me: Heard you’ve had bad floods up this way in the Hunter? Howya coping?

Coocachoo: No biggie. Easy ta find a dry perch.

Me: Yeah, but must be good now the rains passed, hey?

Coocachoo: Nah, makes no difference for us birds. Always somewhere safe to settle.

Me: Okay but with all the waters covering everything, howd’ya find food?

Coocachoo: Just fly where it’s not raining.

Me: Oh, so these floods are like water off a duck’s back to you?

Coocachoo: I’m a pigeon, mate! Not a duck! Now, d’ya mind going and annoying someone else. I just need to kip!

Me: Sorry. Didn’t mean to ruffle ya feathers!

Enjoyed lunch today on the banks of the Hunter River. Floods have receded significantly and life is getting back to normal. Pigeons a plenty making themselves at home - which inspired in my head the dialogue above.

The water level was almost a metre up the trunks of trees opposite three weeks ago, the waiter told us. See riverbank erosion. Scary stuff!