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[6.2.50] and had our lunch. There Joan 
relaxed for the rest of the afternoon 
while I wander about watching and 
listening to birds but found nothing 
new for the day. It began to 
55 rain as we drove back for an 
(28) early bath and change. 
7.2.50. We took the car to L. Catani and 
walked off left to the Chalwell Galleries. We 
climbed about the rocks and then just 
sat quietly, appreciating the bush and 
the still warm gray day. As we sat 
there I commented that a Native Thrush 
had a higher pitched more staccato 
call than ours. Then came the single 
call of a Yellow-Tailed Black Cockatoo, 
then a variety of calls. Joan commented 
that it sounded just like the jungle. That 
remark "clicked" and I realised we 
were listening to a LYREBIRD. In quick 
succession it imitated, as well, the 
Grey Currawong, Kookaburra, Crimson Rosella 
and Pilot Bird. I scrambled about 
