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Thursday 17th January 1952. I got up at 6.30   
and walked along to the Dotterels nest. On the 
way I found a party of SINGING HONEYEATERS
in the box-thorn by the beach. It was the 
first time I had a really good look at 
them and I smiled to think that I ever 
confused them with the Yellow-faced Honeyeater. 
They reminded me more of the Tufted 
Honeyeater. Though I have probably made 
a fortuitously correct identification on the 
coast round Glen Aire, I am now 
suspicious of any other occasion when I said
I saw it.
   I set the camera up several yards 
away from the nest and moved it up just 
before breakfast. Returning at 9.0 am I 
set the camera up in its final position and 
waited until 11.0 am smothered in flies. The 
birds were never far away but never came 
to the nest. So I contented myself with 
two shots of the nest and one of habitat. 
It was a pity for the light was even and 
required 1/100 sec[ond] at f 22. During lunch I
