Last week we had a week on Bribie Island. Woorim, the suburb where we stayed, has a very rowdy crow population. These black bandits voiced their opinions about just about everything during the week. In our hurry to get to breakfast on the first morning, the lid was left off our tub of food supplies on the deck. When we returned home, the entire upstairs veranda was covered in white powder. Further investigation revealed that it hadn’t rained cocaine. Crows had stolen both the plain and self raising flours and spread them all over the place. Lesson learned: no unattended food outside.
Our week of fishing, playing in the park, knitting, thrifting and spending time at the beach continued. Only one further crow-related incident: the crows attacked an unattended packet of cigarettes. Anti-smoking avians. Lesson learned: no unattended food or cigarettes outside.
On Friday, we crammed an entire holiday into a day. We started early, with a bit of beach time to make the most of our beach permits. Then my friend Lauren and I hit the surf club to sample a cocktail. We partook of a couple of these beauties and then headed back to relieve the fellows so they could play golf. Lauren stopped to pick up a few things, and I when I came across this bloke on the path, I thought it would be hilarious not to phone and warn her. I waited behind the fence listening for a shriek, but Lauren came through the gate without a peep. Lesson learned: midday rum cocktails can go one of two ways: make you think you are funnier than you are or blissfully unaware of your surroundings!
The following is my recreation of the cocktail. It’s named for our fabulous holiday with a phrase borrowed from my Poppy: stone the crows and starve the lizards. As a kid I wondered if it were some kind of environmental prophecy; if we killed the crows, would the frillies* go hungry?
stone the crows and starve the lizards rum cocktail
30ml Kraken spiced rum
spoonful maple syrup
dry ginger ale
In a hurricane glass filled with ice, combine rum, maple syrup, and mint leaves. Top with dry ginger ale and serve with mint leaf garnish.
When we got back to the house we discovered the crows had struck again. Not only had they attacked our game of jenga, they’d stolen pieces! Lesson learned: crows hate jenga.
what lessons did you learn last week?
where do you sit on crows, lizards and rum cocktails?
* frillies were Nanny and Poppy's name for the Bearded Dragons in their well-maintained yard.