DAVID SEDARIS
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“Is that normal in Australia?” I asked.<br />
“Maybe it’s a grieving thing,” she offered.<br />
“Maybe she lost a baby in childbirth and this is helping<br />
her to work through it.” There’s a definite line between<br />
looking and staring, and after I was caught crossing it<br />
I turned toward the window. On the highest rail of<br />
the deck was a wooden platform, and standing upon<br />
it, looking directly into my eyes, was what I knew to<br />
be a kookaburra. This thing was as big as a seagull,<br />
but squatter, squarer, and all done up in earth tones,<br />
the complete spectrum from beige to dark walnut.<br />
When seen full on, the feathers atop his head looked<br />
like brush-cut hair, and that gave him a brutish, almost<br />
conservative look. If owls were the professors of the<br />
avian kingdom, then kookaburras, I thought, might well<br />
be the gym teachers. When the waitress arrived, I pointed<br />
out the window and askedher a half dozen questions, all<br />
of them fear based. “Oh,” she said, “that bird’s not going<br />
to hurt anybody.” She took our orders and then she must<br />
have spoken to one of the waiters. He was a tall fellow<br />
college age, and he approached our table with a covered<br />
bowl in his hands. I assumed that it was an appetizer,<br />
but it seemed instead that it was for the kookaburra.<br />
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