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1.3.48 Joan, Michael and I went out to Barangarook, 
(23) 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 a 
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 
