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The morning silence was disturbed by the squealing gull toddler.  Here are some of the water birds.  No pelicans because horror of horror I left my camera's battery charger at home!   How will I survive when the battery runs out???


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  1. Super bird shots. The baby sure is a noisy one. Doesn't that make you mad when you forget the charger.

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  2. Read this post yesterday, and left it open most of the day, to try to identify the birds. I shall try again this evening. Am doing Ma-care today. Hee hee hee ...

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  3. Was a bit stretched getting all the posts done and meant to try and identify them. Here is what I think they are
    1. Seagull
    2. Egret - don't know what type
    3.Masked Lapwing (Plover)
    4. White faced heron
    5. Cormorant or Shag ... dunno which
    6. Black swans
    7. Dunno

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  4. There was a stupid tv show on a few years ago about "Whinging Poms" who had emigrated to Australia - there was a woman who was complaining about the screeching, squawking birds - like cockatoos, that woke her up in the morning. She said in England they had sweetly chirping dainty little birds. I'd never thought of it that way before!

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  5. Well I reckon even dainty bird babies do a lot of squawking ... but you've gotta admit that we do have rather a lot of large squawking birds.

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  6. Great post, Joan. All birds are beautiful and the capture on top is fantastic.

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