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25 ^ September 1948 I had heard that a 
pair of Brolgas were nesting on a 
(20) swamp on Nangana property. So 
with a warning telephone call a few 
days previously, I set off after lunch 
fully equipped to take what photos 
I could get. 
It was a very windy 
day with light cloud in front of the 
sun. The road out was rotten and 
I felt more as if I have made a 
rough sea passage by the time I 
had arrived. However the slow speed 
enforced by the track allowed me to 
pick up a new song, which proved 
to be that of the BROWN SONGLARK. 
Many more were seen and heard 
later at the swamp. 
Around the homestead were 
WILLIE-WAGTAILS, SPARROWS, and the 
incessant calls of the PALLID CUCKOO. I 
followed Jim Drimmouth [guess] in a Jeep, until 
