For a native bird, it’s not often that I have seen a Kookaburra out and about.

The first Kookaburra memory I can remember is at a Cub Scout camp when one came and stole a steak off the BBQ.

It then flew to a nearby log and started smacking it. I can only assume that it was trying to “kill” the steak.

By | 2016-10-15T23:22:09+00:00 June 9th, 2009|Photography|0 Comments

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Korske is a Canberra-based adventurer, entrepreneur and photographer passionate about inspiring the heart of adventure in young people. He is the Director of World Photo Day, an international event that embraces a passion for photography and its ability to inspire communities. Away from the screen, you'll find Korske out Surfing, Snowboarding, Mountain Biking, Hiking, Rock Climbing and Wood Working.

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