When my mom and I saw David Sedaris in May he read a story he said had just been bought by The New Yorker. It was about a kookaburra and featured his delightfully wacky sister, Amy, so I enjoyed it immensely. The New Yorker published the story last week. Check it out in all its kookaburra goodness.
(If you’re like me, you spent your childhood thinking “kookaburra” was one of those made-up words, like “Walla Walla” and “Timbuktu” and “Religious Right.” Nope. It’s a real thing. A bird, in fact. FYI.)