He slowly reached into his bag, broke off a piece of the hash brown, and held it out on his palm. "Righto, let’s negotiate."
That’s when he saw it: a White Ibis —better known to locals as a "bin chicken"—perched precariously on the rim of a nearby Council bin. This wasn't just any bin chicken. This one had a certain glint in its eye, a look that said it had survived three lockdowns and a hundred school lunch raids.
Gazza tossed the piece of potato. The Ibis didn't budge. It wanted the whole thing. aussie reddit
The tourist was frantic. "It took my phone! It’s got my life on there!"
The bird tilted its head, the phone still clamped firmly in its beak. It didn't fly away. It just looked at Gazza, then at the half-eaten hash brown sitting on top of Gazza’s bag. He slowly reached into his bag, broke off
The tourist scrambled for their phone, thanking Gazza profusely. Gazza just nodded, took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, and watched the bin chicken finish its prize.
It was a Tuesday in Sydney, the kind of day where the humidity clings to you like a wet wool jumper. Gazza was standing outside a Maccas in Surry Hills, balancing a large flat white and a sausage McMuffin, waiting for the light to change. This one had a certain glint in its
With a surgical strike, the bin chicken snatched the iPhone 15 Pro Max and hopped back onto the bin.