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But the really impossible part of this story is true. I went to the kitchen to make toast and 'Daddy' started to call very loudly and fluttered just beyond the screen door; I went out, and there was the Drongo. I chucked a handful of pebbles, and he went, but later when I was putting in my contact lenses I heard a loud Drongo screech, rushed out and he was attacking the baby. Drove him off again; baby was terrified, and hopped off ineptly at ground level, so, reckoning I'm now one of the family, I picked him up, put him in the lime tree, and carefully pointed him out to Mum and Dad. Later I got the impression he'd mislaid himself as I couldn't find him at the old spot and neither could Mum and Dad; I found him in a Silly Place on a low fern frond, pointed him out to Mum, and moved him to relative safety in the Callistemon tree. Where he has scrambled near to the top, flapping his wings but never quite taking off.