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[5 th November 1949] ROSELLA, TREE-MARTIN, BLUE-WRENS, SKYLARK and the 
inevitable SPURWINGED PLOVER. 
We stopped at Ouse for tea and 
cakes. A quick walk to the bridge found a 
flock of SILVEREYES, singing much more fully 
than I have heard them on the mainland. 
We did not follow the main West road from 
Ouse, because a truck had gone through one 
of the bridges. So we went an alternative 
route to Tarraleah, a large power station. 
This country became thickly wooded and 
the bus climbed in continuous twists. At 
Tarraleah the GREY FANTAIL was heard and the 
burrow of a SPOTTED PARDALOTE was found. 
The road led across the Plateau to Lake 
St Claire where we camped at Cynthia 
Bay. We settled in immediately to 
unpacking. I shared a large tent 
with Bill Middleton. 
I walked south from the camp 
into button-grass swamps divided in an 
east-west direction by lines of trees growing 
on rocky moraines. FLAME ROBINS were 
