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[6 + 1 111/^1] I then descended from the ridge down 
some very thick scrub to the gully at the 
bottom where the first bird saw was a 
RUFOUS FANTAIL- a great friend of the thick, wet 
gully. WHITE-BROWED SCRUB-WRENS hopped 
tamely nearby - always a surprise in a 
bird that is more often heard than seen. 
As I sat having lunch by an old saw-mill 
three more honeyeaters appeared -WHITE- 
NAPED, WHITE-CHEEKED and EASTERN SPINEBILL, 
the latter the first meeting since my return 
though I have been watching assiduously for 
it. All around me on both days had 
been heard the call of the RUFOUS BRISTLE-BIRD. 
At last after a long period of still I moved. 
There was a flash of rufous disappearing 
into the bracken. At last I have actually 
set eyes on the bird though ever since I 
returned have been surrounded by 
their calls. It was an extremely fine 
week-end with good weather no snakes 
but no nests either. However I spent 
the whole day in close contact with the 
bush (as wheals [guess] still showed next day) and 
with its scent. 
