My English-born husband (who doesn't mind being called a Pom -- in fact he
relishes it, especially during Rugby League Tests) had a visit a few years
back from his old Mam and young nephew (who was here to watch the Rugby
League test, surprisingly B^) ). Young Craig is a caged bird fancier back
home in Rochdale, and spoke longingly of being able to afford to buy a pair
of sulphur-crested cockatoos, or perhaps rainbow lorikeets. Says his
Grandma "Still, I don't suppose you'd see anything like that around here".
I could hardly contain my smirks when I told her to stick her head out the
window and have a look at the sulphur-crest in the tree across the road,
and to listen to the lorikeets flying overhead.
Vicki PS
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> From: David Torr <>
> To:
> Subject: Re: introduced bird(er)s
> Date: Wednesday, March 18, 1998 8:22 AM
>
> Since I posted the first mail that used the dreaded word "Pom", can
I
> put a personal perspective - growing up in England I always had some
> interest in birds, but was never a "birder". When I first came to
> Australia I was amazed at the birdlife - all these parrots flying
> around my house in outer Melbourne. Previously I had thought of
> parrots as an exotic bird of tropical jungles, yet here they were in
> far from tropical Melbourne. I guess this stimulated my interest and
> made me start birding.
>
> Maybe if you grow up with this fantastic bird life you get used to
it
> and are less likely to be a keen birder than someone coming in from
> outside who sees it as all new???
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