I walk outside to scare it off - it's not a miner. It's two kookaburras. One's on top of the other pecking at it. My dad scares the top one off and carries the injured one downstairs - it couldn't fly. Indeed, couldn't much move.
It's now sitting in a bulk-toilet roll box with a towel and a couple of cubes of meat.
Did I mention the second one has my dad's middle finger in a vice grip with its beak and is holding on for dear life? My dad showed me afterwards and he's got a dark red line from top to middle knuckle just from the pressure this damn bird put on his finger.
This is like the crested dove all over again.
