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  Joan, Michael and I went out to Barangarook,
to the old orchard where we had so many
picnics when I was young. It was a fine sunny
afternoon with a few clouds blown swiftly across
the sky. We were rather harassed by people [crossed out] a [/crossed out]
picking blackberries and having tea within a few 
yards of us. On the trip out we saw in the more 
open country MAGPIE-LARKS, STARLINGS, NOISY MINER and
EASTERN ROSELLAS.  SWALLOWS are still plentiful both 
in the open and in the bush and MAGPIES frequent
both.
  As we drew up we were greeted by a GREY
FANTAIL, a pair of young BLUE WRENS, a YELLOW ROBIN
calling and the harsh cries of young CRIMSON ROSELLAS.
Joan and I walked down into the valley where
we heard but did not see the RED-TIPPED PARDALOTE,
saw a pair of DUSKY WOODSWALLOWS and a strangely
silent WHITE-EARED HONEYEATER. I heard a RUFOUS
BRISTLE-BIRD and stood on the edge of the scrub, still
for quarter of an hour. Though I heard rustlings
I did not catch sight of the bird. While I was 
watching a BEAUTIFUL FIRETAIL came and perched on
the flowers of a tall rush, eating at the berries. I
did not recognize it - certainly, that it was
a brand "new bird". As I watched I also saw