What a difference a few hours make. Very few birds and so many more people and cars. We did pick up a Wonga Pigeon for the trip list. This very attractive pigeon ambles about on the ground - if you're lucky. It became a joke the first year we were here as Roy (the guide) kept telling us about them and we never did see one.
Down the mountain became drier and drier and the sun peered out occasionally. A very frustrating mixed flock of Honeyeaters feeding on a flowering tree on Golds Scrub Lane, the road to the cemetery, we never did identify them. As we were leaving, I phoned to find out how Harry was, getting Josh which was not altogether helpful. An excited Pam spotted one of the Shining-bronze Cuckoos roadside. It stayed long enough, pulling at least six maggots out of a nearby tree bark, for us to look it up. A Horsfield's Shining-bronze. Not new but excellent. We then stopped to watch a displaying Tawny Grassbird when a Little Eagle soared into view. That puts us over 200 for the trip. We're pleased with that as we've done very little birding - apart from Tassie.
In need of a loo, we stopped at a garden centre which advertised a cafe. Having only had crisps for lunch, we ordered raisin toast and a drink. 45 minutes later.......We were hopping mad, not busy but the two staff were so slow, especially the boy. Definitely not a place to stop again.
As promised some photographs of Pam playing Wii bowling with Josh. She played for a couple of hours to-night. I can't get her off it so that I can play.....she also plays table tennis, frisbee and archery. Josh is rarely seen without his Messi shorts, except when Mike has sneaked them off for a wash.
An exultant Pam and a praising Josh (she's just scored a 'turkey' - 3 strikes in a row)
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