Better than birding while pegging out washing is to delegate pegging out and set up banana lounge in sunny spot out of breeze, lay back and contemplate the azimuth.. After a while this morning my peaceful repose was sundered by a cacophony of cockatoos scattering across the sky. I lay still and watched; no point in rushing, and I soon made out a Wedge-tailed Eagle soaring some distance behind the cockies’ stampede. After the big raptor drew out of view, a smaller one appeared higher up. Could have been a Whistling Kite or a Little Eagle, but too high to put money on.
Between 10:30 and 11:15 AM I saw groups ( between c.4 & 8) of Yellow-faced Honeyeaters whizzing by coming from west and heading north east. Sam said that around noon there were about six White-eared Honeyeaters moving slowly through the garden. But by then I was absorbed in my new Louis L’Amour western. Sometimes my interests in English literature take precedence over the birding stuff.
John Layton
Holt.
