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The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.


The birds have found something! Howrah Beach, December 2010.

I couldn't decide between these two photos so I have uploaded both, but you will notice that the birds have won pole position!

I assume that the birds have spotted the same thing that appears the be drawing the orcas into the Derwent. Aside from angry Great Whites, you can find around these parts: flathead, whiting, flounder, Australian salmon, barracouta, bream, bastard trumpeter, trout, squid, leatherjacket, mullet, long-finned pike, garfish, silver trevally, jack mackerel and blue grenadier.

I suspect that these birds have spotted a school of bastards that has set their tummies rumbling!


Storms rolling in over Mount Wellington. Howrah Beach, December 2010.

Comments

Roddy said…
Perhaps they were waiting for a whale carcass. Only the birds will ever know.
Roddy said…
Do you think that death will justify the end?
Perhaps it will only signify the end!
Do you think I will know when it happens?
smudgeon said…
School of Bastards...isn't that the upcoming feel-good hit of the summer?
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, gone now!

Me, do they even have hit records any more? I'm out of the loop in that regard...

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