The microscope has grown legs and run away, it seems!

Or more than likely, got packed into a box that is buried under another box.

While the crew is relentlessly hunting down their lensed companion, we have a different kind of friend to show you!

During our first night on Fraser Island we decided to pop down to the local pub and have ourselves some tasty noms and a cocktail or two.

Mid-sip, a huge kookaburra came gliding through the main dining area. And promptly went full speed, beak first into the window with a resounding thud.

After laughter much akin to the bird's we jumped to our feet to check on the poor thing. He was fine, although his pride was severely bruised.

A couple days later, our little friend returned to the scene of the crime. He seemed no worse for wear, but did seem a little more cautious when gliding towards things that appeared to be clear skies but were actually forcefields.