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[6.11.48] It is a quiet and retiring bird and 
though I feel certain that it is never 
absent from the swamp, there are 
many occasions that I do not see it. 
A pair of MARSH TERN flew over, flying 
erratically, and a single WHITE-FRONTED 
HERON flew off from a post. 
I climbed a pine so that 
I could survey the rear swamp from 
a height. From there the reeds did 
not look nearly so thick and so 
nests were seen. An awful racket to my 
left drew attention to a family of MAGPIES 
being fed in their nest in a nearby pine. 
A misty rain started as I turned home 
while a flock of fifteen Little Black 
Cormorants tumbled 500' [feet] down out 
of the sky to alight on the sodden 
banks. 
13 th November 1948 Though it was not my 
(12) Saturday afternoon off I promised 
Ralph Williams that I would go down 
to the "Point" when he phoned me 
