116 [Page number]

[27th March]
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 [underlined] are [/underlined]