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Flocks of birds by the roadside are a common sight in the west.  We are really only on the cusp of the wheat country here were the birds gather in big numbers.

These were taken outside the small town of Neville, a neat unassuming place with a pub but the general store which was operating last time I visited is up for sale and looks like it is closed.  It has tourist accommodation called the Neville Siding with railway carriages and railway memorabilia.  The funny thing is that unlike nearly every town we have visited this one was never on a railway line!

Want to see what the place looks like? Visit Neville at 100 Towns.


  1. They are cute ... I guess they might be annoying in real life ... but right here and now, they are really cute, :-)

    1. They never annoy me and like Diane I love their colours. Hence why I photographed them.

      Cockatoos can be very loud and quite destructive but galahs less so.

    2. I just read the wikipedia article about galahs - I suppose I will never get the difference between galahs and cockatoos etc. ;-)
      What else did I learn?
      wikipedia: "Galah" is also derogatory Australian slang, synonymous with 'fool' or 'idiot'. Because of the bird's distinctive bright pink, it is also used for gaudy dress.

  2. The are cuter than cockatoos!!

    I think back to the times of the enclosure of the English countryside and the coming of industrialisation. The number of villages in existence was decimated, but some flourished, and it was not always obvious which ones would grown and which would fold. What is apparent though, is that they cannot all remain.

    1. I have been digging in a little more to why this particular town did not survive the cut to go on to become big and strong. One factor was that it didn't get the railway, that went to Blayney. Another factor was that the main road between Bathurst and Cowra didn't go that way. And there isn't much gold around here either. Crikey with all these things going against it it is lucky to still be a town!

  3. No wonder my father was taught the 50 main railway towns of NSW back in 1932. It was a life-blood for towns in the bush.

  4. You have parakeets, I have pigeons... I envy you! :-)


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