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[27^^ March 1955] and then east again until we climbed 
up onto a ledge over which the 
water fell in rapids and where we 
disturbed three mighty Wedge-tailed 
Eagles. There we had lunch and, 
with pack considerably lightened set 
off down stream on the right (northern) 
bank. 
Again we had to push across 
tributaries, and on the whole the 
going was rougher on the slopes that 
did not get so much sun. At 
one spot we stopped and admired two 
Eagles, perched on rocks nearly a 
thousand feet above us. Behind 
and above them, flew a flock of 
small birds, just visible with glasses. 
Max said 'I wonder what they are?' 
to which I said "Sitellas, of course". 
The flock swooped down the hillside 
and very kindly flew into the trees 
around us. Max's "By God, they are 
