Well the time ‘down under’ has slipped to memory and photos as I returned from the 30 hour travel back to the east coast. As I sat/slept/turned in my airline seat and walked the airports for those 30 hours, I pondered….. what the ‘hour’s of travel would have looked like if I would have gone ‘west’ …west young man from Melbourne and over Africa and the Atlantic. Would I have shaved off a few more hours?
Hey…. my new bird species count for Australia topped off at 130, and you know what? That isn’t that bad considering that I married off a ‘daughter’. Simply put, what is more important?
A few highs…..well the hunt for the 12 Apostles in Australia was a ‘far out’ experience man. But let me share with you three birds and only three.
A true treasure were the ‘Goldilock’ rendition of the Tawny Frogmouths. Papa…baby, mama…or is that mama, baby and papa? Beats me.
Now, below are two birds and either of these could be the national bird of Aussie-land. The left has a song about it, ….do you remember how that goes? (Kookcaburra J ) ….while the second one is just a superb creature that manages to follow one around like the kid next door (Superb Fairy Wren).
So…what is the next great adventure. Well, surely you jest Batman…Forsythe!