With beaks full of tiny insects, it's feeding time for the babies.
And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him, In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wonderous glory of the everlasting stars.
Banjo Paterson (1889)
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Spotted Pardalotes
While at our room at Mountain Valley in Loongana, a pair of Spotted Pardalotes had decided to nest in a small sandy bank, under a tree near the front door. Most of the time we were there, the light was terrible or the pardalotes weren't playing the game, but I did manage to get a couple decent shots of these beautiful little guys.
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