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At McDermott Place, Lake Ginninderra after the thunder showers there were
some welcome windows of warm sunshine which probably brought forth insects and a
squadron of hawking Tree Martins accompanied by a smattering of Welcome Swallows
that dipped and rose as if riding an invisible carousel. And, as I
looked up from my Louie L'Amour western a coupla times, spied a pair
of Black-faced Cuckoo-Shrike doing their ole soft-wing
shuffle. White-plumed Honeyeaters kept darting out of trees for a quick
(one-second) splash in the water then darting back.
John Layton.
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