Happy World Cassowary Day all you cassowary fans (i.e. absolutely everybody, right??)! How lucky are we to not only live in an age when these prehistoric-looking birds still exist but can actually be found in our own backyard (figuratively, of course, unless you live in the wet tropics of Queensland). I came across this spectacular creature (my second favourite bird species, FYI) whilst driving on Cape Tribulation Road in the Daintree. It was slowly foraging on fallen fruit by the roadside, and I hopped out the car to get a better look. Steadily it wended its way off into a dense fan palm forest, and – spellbound – I followed after it. Only after half an hour of enraptured observation amongst the undergrowth did it head into a seemingly impassable thicket of bespined wait-a-while vines (cassowaries are amazing at moving through the densest vegetation despite their size) did I look around and realise I'd utterly lost my bearings. I could have been a kilometre deep in the rainforest by this time, and not a sound of the road could be heard. Trying to keep a cool head, I endeavoured to retrace my steps. Thanks to years of finely-honed bush skills, it only took me another 20 minutes to stumble out onto the road embankment and head calmly back to the hire car (keys still inside it). Upon looking at a map afterwards, it turned out the patch of bush was only a couple hundred metres long; it's odd how a panicked scramble tripping over logs can blow out all sense of proportion. Let this be a cautionary tale: beware the cassowary, not for its deadly slashing claws but its unerring ability to beguile the bewitched birdwatcher to lose their mind, bearings, and every shred of common sense.