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[26.10.1947] Barwon Downs with the Otways in the distance. The air 
was full of bird song. 
The most striking bird was the WHITE-EARED 
HONEYEATER whose call came from all quarters -- "Kyoo - rup," rich 
and fruity while they preened or explored the bark and the 
leaves of the gums. Many YELLOW-FACED HONEYEATERS also were 
calling from the bush. YELLOW-TAILED THORNBILLS and 
STRIATED THORNBILLS fluttered from bush to bush. In the 
wide open country KOOKABURRAS and MAGPIES called, MAGPIE- 
LARKS fed on the ground while BLUE WRENS sung from 
the bracken. 
I then walked into the scrub where a YELLOW- 
WINGED HONEYEATER sat preening itself in silence in a 
bush. A PEREGRINE FALCON flew like an arrow over 
the bush. In a short time it reappeared flapping 
vigorously to gain height before swooping with wings 
half-closed on a WEDGE-TAILED EAGLE which glided 
serenely and undisturbed to the south. Over the bush 
flew a pair of RAVENS, cawing loudly while from the 
depths came the song of the NATIVE THRUSH. I dropped 
down into the gully and a pair of WHITE-BROWED SCRUB- 
WRENS were feeding silently close-by. A YELLOW ROBIN 
fluttered to a sapling where it stuck sideways, watching 
me with bright eyes. Their call was not nearly so 
common as it was a month or so ago. Up out of the 
