Well, yes, Elizabeth - if your eye has gone to the picture, I must
immediately confirm that this morning's snaps are not of green crimson
rosellas. I presented myself at about 7am, when Jonette McDonnell was able
to confirm that your green chaps had been there, but were in evidence no
longer. Then Michael Lenz arrived to say he was midway through his
quarterly survey and complaining of just having been attacked by a female
Brown Goshawk. It was all happening. The next thing I saw was a
red-gaitered Noel Luff snapping away in the underbrush with his recently
acquired photographic outfit. In the absence of green parrots I shifted
operations to the goshawk zone. If you look carefully at these snaps you
will see some creeping red around the base of the bill. As Michael had no
obvious wounds - and it is definitely not my own blood - I shall, pending
better evidence, assume that this is in all probability nothing more than a
sign of breakfast of common starling. I returned to the green parrot area
at about 9 am to find not much more around than an apparently ownerless Jack
Russell, which on this occasion I, having taken home my share of lost dogs
in my time, ignored. So about all I've got from the morning apart from a
few grass-seeds and goshawk swoops is a reminder that tomorrow I must put
off the Christmas shopping yet again and do my own quarterly survey.
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