Kookaburra Bird A feathered square, squat and cocky, he sends his laugh to echo amongst the ghost gums where the cracked earth suffers silently, dying in suffocating heat. He flashes hidden blues in the early dawn. Laughing staccato arias, he defies the elements that shape our times, should change him. Mocking the dry ground or praising lush greens, his voice rings loudly in both worlds. Mocco Wollert Ondine: The Charolais Calf Among the scorched stalks of Northern pastures stands the creamy, sturdy body of the calf. Hindlegs planted firmly, head pushed closely to her feeding fountain, she sucks contentedly. The…