There are many sorts of ticks.
There are mundane ticks, like the mute swans at Northam;
There are fortuitous ticks, where you literally stumble over a bird
that you weren't looking for [like the striated grasswren that was
beside the road when I happened to pull up in the Pilbara];
There are bogey ticks, when you finally sight a species that for some
reason you haven't been able to see in its usual haunts [like the
black-eared cuckoo that perched one metre from me in the Gammon Ranges];
There are the vagrant ticks that you opportunistically pick up when
someone reports a misplaced bird [like the laughing gull on Bribie
Island]; and
There are the inaccessible endemics that you target when you pass
through their range [like the eyrean grasswrens in the Lake Eyre Basin
or the eclectus parrots on Cape York Peninsula].
The ultimate tick for me would not be mundane, vagrant or bogey, but
something you would be lucky to stumble across once in a life time.
That would be a a dumpy green parrot that lives in spinifex. I suspect
I am more likely to crack 700 Aus ticks than to ID one of these chaps.
Regards, Laurie
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