Having spent all day Saturday on the Pelagic trip – and consequently Saturday evening lying on the sofa moaning softly – I vowed to spend Sunday at the computer catching up on marking. I was rewarded by a Spangled Drongo coming to sit just 2-3 metres from me, perched on a tree-fern frond calling for some minutes. Luckily I had the camera beside me, unluckily I had to shoot through glass and flyscreen.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tighes Hill
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So the moaning was from sea sickness? If so you'll be happy to know that Grant was doing the same down in Woollongong. :)
ReplyDeleteSuffering shared is suffering halved :-)
ReplyDeletePelagics are the birders equivalent of an all night bender! ;)Hope you at least got some nice photos as a consolation for your discomfort.
ReplyDeleteI actually didn't do too badly, the drugs worked. More tired, windswept and sunburned, and battered and bruised from steadying myself against the rail.
ReplyDeleteFour rarities - three with photos. The Sunday trip got an Australian first though. But that's what gets you out there again next time :-)