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morning, she lifts up her voice in the harsh morn- 

 ing call that the flocks shriek together as they 

 fly off overhead, and for an instant we vsee palms 

 and lianas about us and smell the smoke of 

 the breakfast camp fire. 



Morning and evening the parrakeets chattered 

 to one another as they left their high roosts or 



Fig. 64. Loriia 



came home again. I never minded their noise, 

 though I have heard it much complained about 

 in other parts of the rainy tropics. They did not 

 disturb me half so much as the lowing of hungry 

 cows of a morning on the farm. I used to watch 

 the parrakeets coming in of an evening to a large 

 sentinel tree near camp. They always flew two 

 by two in small groups. 



