at his aviary with justified pride, but was a
little concerned that his native birds were
housed in small, square, carefully planned
wooden boxes that typified a rash of housing
estates over natural habitats. For good
reasons his birds could never be released, but
he keenly wanted them to feel “at home” in the
same way that a million of their ancestors had
felt “at home”. He decided to change all the
clinical wooden boxes for logs with suitable
holes for nests.
Steve reported to the E.T.S.A. depot where he
earned a crust, and found to his delight his
gang was consigned that day to cut some branches
from under country power lines. By night-fall
he literally had logs “to burn” and after tea
picked a couple of “beauties” for the aviary.
later he stood on the same spot gazing with
disappointment at the same birds. Surely the
logs should have made them a lot more content;
instead they had all undergone a sort of
personality change. They not only ignored the
“log-cabins” but were constantly agitated;
issuing warning calls night and day.
It has got to
be the logs, he concluded, and entered the
aviary as a D.I. might enter the scene of a
crime. It soon became apparent that an armed
squatter had infiltrated his aviary by means of
one of the logs. Only after a violent
struggle was he evicted and arrested.
The view taken by the court was that since
Percy Possum had occupied the log for many
months he undoubtedly had legal tenancy.
However, rehabilitation was denied and an
order issued for him to be released and returned
forthwith to his local area.
feels pretty good about the aviary, but concedes
that justice might have suffered in the process.
The birds however, are delighted and don’t
give a damn.
(Based on the
actual experience of an E.T.S.A employee)