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[24.7.49] For the most part I carried Michael but 
quite a part of the time he staggered 
behind me, sitting down among the tussocks 
or crying out for help from the midst of 
a bramble thicket. So progress was slow 
and I could do no more than walk 
round and look for possibilities. 
The very small Barwon R. flowed 
past the far end. There were STRIATED 
THORNBILLS and BLUE-WRENS, the latter sallying 
forth into the reeds of the swamp. A few 
RED-BROWED FINCHES mixed with the Wrens. 
Near the river, in dead trees were 
a KOOKABURRA, a pair of immature 
CRIMSON ROSELLAS, and a pair of EASTERN 
ROSELLA. So, slowly back to the 
bush where GREY SHRIKE-THRUSHES and 
WHITE-EARED HONEYEATERS were calling. 
Anything but an exciting morning 
but very good to get out into the 
bush again and hear the birds calling 
the first outing of the season. And we did 
see a fox on the way home 
