My boyfriend isn't terribly interested in birds. He does soak up a
surprising amount of the information I spout to him (unfortunately I can't
seem to digest most of the info he gives me about various sports) and even
regurgitates it at times! And he does admit to an admiration of raptors.
Anyway, he seems to be a birding good-luck-charm for me. Inevitably when on
holidays I will drag him to good birding spots. One time at Morialta
Conservation Park in Adelaide I was seeking two pretty common birds, but
ticks for me - the European Goldfinch and the Superb Fairy-wren. During our
wander up the track an Eastern Spinebill alighted on a branch directly in
front of us - another tick and later a pair of Goldfinches did the same,
much to my delight.
The fairy-wren proved a little harder. I could hear them calling so I went
stalking up a less beaten track while my long suffering SO waited on the
main path. I returned about 10 minutes later, having not seen a thing. As
I dejectedly headed back to the car, about 50m or so on down the track my
boyfriend asks, "Is that one?" and points to a stunning blue fairy-wren
right in the middle of the track in front of him.
Belinda
Narrogin
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