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  Joan and I spent the night with
Michael at Lorne with Sheila Dennis. It
was not a real "bird-weekend" but I of
course kept notes. Walking along the cliff above
the rocks on the way to the beach I had
a perfect view of two PEREGRINE FALCONS,
perched in a dead gum above a busy
road and in front of the houses. Half
an hour later I was on the cliffs beyond
the pier and looking out to the sea when I
saw, lazily lifting itself over the waves, a
BLACK-BROWED ALBATROSS, which took me back
most nostalgically to the Orion. And what
a contrast in avifauna within an hour â€“ 
and what a contrast in the perfection of
two different forms of flight!
  In the garden of the house in
which we stayed I saw
BLACK-BIRD                                     KOOKABURRA                      BLACK-FACED CUCKOO-SHRIKE
GOLDFINCH                                     GREY FANTAIL                      WHITE-CHEEKED HONEYEATER
RED WATTLE-BIRD                        NATIVE THRUSH                  WHITE-BROWED SCRUB-WREN
WHITE-NAPED HONEYEATER    SWALLOW                              STRIATED THORNBILL
WHITE-EARED HONEYEATER    SPOTTED PARDALOTE      BLUE WREN
  After lunch on Sunday I went
straight up the hill behind the house to