Newshound Ady & Flo www.sunlive.co.nz

It was a humid, steamy early summer night. Rain clouds were brooding in the Kaimais.
Good word that, brooding. Reminds me of…rain clouds.
The boss and I had some time to kill in town, so we grabbed the opportunity for a bit of quality park time.
Throwing a toy around, having a ball, when suddenly the boss was struck down by an angry kingfisher.
Well, he wasn't quite struck down; he has a reasonable weight advantage (read: portly) over a tiny bird. A couple of dozen times it came hurtling off the trees, presumably acting territorial about its nest.
This bird had a very, very bad attitude. It continually dive bombed us as we tried to play peacefully and in harmony with nature.
There is only so much a bird dog can take of this, I finally snapped.
As an expert at catching things in the air, I lurched skyward as the pesky feathered marauder made another kamikaze sweep past the boss and honed in on my silky and delicate ears.
Leap. Squawk. Crunch. Game over. And the clouds were brooding.
-Flo