51 [page number]

[28.9.47]
SPARROWS were round the buildings and STARLINGS at
one stage further removed. A flock of immature 
CRIMSON ROSELLAS shrieked and piped in the trees,
a WHITE-NAPED HONEYEATER fluttered silently from
bush to bush and SWALLOWS twittered endlessly
as they fed over the lawn and flew up under the 
eaves.
   Mr. Ramsay and I talked birds a great
deal. He showed me his bird book in which
he kept notes on birds (as well as flowers and
animals) since 1909 at least. The entries under 
Brolga and Bustard were interesting as 
indeed were many other entries. He took me
to a plantation near a swamp and as we
walked through it I counted twenty-one SNIPE
rise and zig-zag off over the [crossed out][?][/crossed out] trees uttering
their harsh grating call. On the swamp itself
were a pair of BLACK DUCK and a solitary
SILVER GULL perched on a stone.
   On the way back, a mile or so south-east
of M[oun]t Gellibrand a parrot got up from the
side of the road. I got out and went back.
I was well rewarded by the sight of a BLUE-WINGED 
PARROT feeding by the road, its head jerking up
and down. When flushed it flew low to a