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While returning from Queanbeyan very late this afternoon, at Linda's behest
and against by better judgement, we pulled in to see the White-fronted
Honeyeater. Did a quick recee of the area around the grassy knoll near the
Fulica hide but no luck.
"It's too cold and the light's failing. I told you this would be
an exercise in futility. C'mon, I leaving!" I growled.
"Faint heart never won rare bird," L-brat chirped, continuing to
bumble about in the frosty dusk. "You know, a grassy knoll reminds be of a Texas
bookshop and rifle shots."
"Oh, for goodness sake, will you stop rambling on! Save the history lesson
for later, I'm freezing. Shut up, you little twit, and come along or you'll walk
home!" I fumed.
"I'm never going out birdwatching with you again. You're too impatient and
you're pig-headed and rude to me!"
Tsk! Tsk! Oh-dear-oh-dear. I hope things thaw out by tomorrow.
Berated birdwatching daddy
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