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Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER – –doesn't mean I'm LOST
Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST
Been a bit quite, and I’ve been working on the newsletter. Should be enough errors to keep the average proof-reader happy.
Enjoy.
Kept it low res to keep the weight down
I used that heading a couple of years back to announce the arrival in the Woodlands Backpaddock of a family group of Flame Robins with three males that hunted closely together. They have been over the past 4 or 5 years very consistent in their wintering over at Woodlands.
So much so that I’ve named them collectively, “The Three Brothers”
Well, they are are back. Roll the Thin Lizzy, Boys are Back in Town, sound track. (Play it loud).
We passed through the hallowed gates today and within about 5 minutes had located a fast moving flock. Perhaps 8-10 birds, a good number of Thornbills, and a Golden Whistler pair, and the usual fantails and wagtail outriders.
Here is Mr Red-slash. He has a particularly long red bib, goes much further up his neckline that normal.
Not the best image I’ve ever made of him, but given the degree of difficulty I’m pretty happy. More to follow I expect.