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Possibly not crime of the year. But one can dream of chaining someone to Bald Rock. And having an eagle eat his liver. Just the once, mind. For eternity might be overdoing it.
Monday, June 4, 2018
Birds swooped down in recent early morning chills to follow up the snorting good work by about six sturdy pigs, five of which logged off at 7.15am today.
Not interested in tubers but enjoying fringe benefits, Yellow-billed Spoonbills, two photobombed by Masked Lapwing.
White-necked Herons another bird turning up to snap up anything showing life on the mud.
Nearby, solitary Red-kneed Dotterel joined scores of sedentary Black-fronted Dotterels on an area abandoned by the tuber brigades.
Bird in the hand worth two in the bush, so what's a snake-in-hand worth? Not two in the grass. Palmful of foul fluids, that's what...
Never seen a snake cry? Small Keelback (Freshwater Snake) appears to offer a tear upon seeing me today. But the dewdrop was deceptive....
Nine o'clock and pre-midnight fireworks for families boom in the background. What can compete? Too far from poles to dream of...
Isn't Santa just Christmas? Asked North Pole person (PC post!) to magic iffy shot of Buff-breasted Paradise Kingfisher and Ho Ho Ho jo...