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In order to get to play group, Henry and I generally cut across the lower fields of Geilston Bay High School. I have noted something on these fields for the past two months, but have thus far failed to secure a decent photograph.

That didn't change today, but I am noe prepared to settle for something less than a decent photograph.

Can you see them?

Look closer.

Click on the picture to enlarge it if you like.

See it now?

Yes, as I posted some time ago, the birdies are back!



Eastern Rosellas, to be precise. Here you can see the two that I got closest too.



And here were a bunch hanging around just behind them. I'd guess that there are maybe a good thirty or forty that have taken up residence directly across the road from us. Them and a huge mob of cockatoos, numerous 'plovers' (well, 'banded lapwings' to be precise), and quite a few breeding pairs of magpies. It's not a bad scene each morning.

Comments

Anonymous said…
So good......
It's just so incredible to see such colorful birds. Really. The American Goldfinch is really the only bright bird to brighten up our neighborhood. Your birds look like pet store specimens.
Jim Klenke said…
It looks strange to see them just out being birds. I only see them in cages. They look much better when they are allowed to be out in the open.
Priyanka Khot said…
These birds are beautiful!
freefalling said…
It's really hard to capture them, isn't it?
I caught some out my window last year, but through flyscreen. (they're here if you're interested:
http://freefallingskyward.blogspot.com/2007/08/splash-of-colour.html).
We have a lot of the crimson rosellas here in Ararat - the blue and red ones.
Have you visited the excellent Birds in Backyards website - it's worth a visit.
http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/
Kris McCracken said…
(^oo^) bad girl (^oo^) and Priyanka Khot, indeed it is, and indeed they are!

Diva, you have better furry animals over there. I like wombats and koalas, but we don’t have squirrels, chipmunks, beavers or bears, and I like them very much.

Jim, I am sure that there are a lot of Australians that feel the same way!

FF, I’ve been trying for months. I do like that website, I’ve linked to them in the past to indetify birds that I’ve seen. I am cultivating a good relationship with two magpies, and hope to get some good pics soon.

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