I opened my hands. The bird sat there for a moment, then flew straight up to the gumtree in the yard. He looked down at us. "That bird's got a grudge," said the panel beater.
I told him I expected that, and described what I had to go through to force-feed the bird. Kookaburras never eat from a dish.
At that moment a willie-wagtail arrived to chitter madly and expand his eyebrows at the kookaburra, which stopped him glaring at us. Kookaburras may be kingfishers, but for small birds they're as big a predator as crows and butcher birds.
So there you go. Another success, but I think I lost favour points with the Peewees.