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hoping that, with luck, I might see the parent feeding the baby. 

 I left my bunch of flowers in a shady spot, and scrambled over 

 the rock to the big blue-gum at whose foot was the nest. Ex- 



Where sunlit bracken spreads beneath the gums 



citedly I drew near, then stopped and listened. The ringing 

 notes of the male bird floated up from the valley once again, 

 but this time they were farther off, and there was no sign of 



