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A wilful, lavish land


Aren't our birds wonderful? This a Gang-gang cockatoo, spotted at Mount Hotham.

Musing:
From Gang-gang Cockatoos by Peter Skrzynecki
"Calling to each other in soft creaky voices
through long shadows and out of sight --
the red heads and crests of feathery blossoms
carried along by waves of morning light."
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  1. bitingmidgeJanuary 20, 2009 at 12:10 PM

    Your budgie shots are definitely winning! Love it!

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  2. JulieJanuary 20, 2009 at 8:48 PM

    Budgie - smudgie!

    He is a bottler, JE. Don't listen to the hoi poloi in the bleachers!

    Is that a line from the poem: shall have to read the entire thing. This poem is a bit like the national anthem isn't it? We only know one small section.

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  3. Joan ElizabethJanuary 20, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    Julie, you will find the full poem here. This leads you to a whole volume of his poetry, you will have to scroll down or search to page 165. That's why I didn't put the link in the post.

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  4. JuddieJanuary 22, 2009 at 11:19 PM

    What a fabulous shot! I love cockatoos, especially the GangGang and Sulphur-crested.

    This one is so pretty!

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  5. UnknownJanuary 23, 2009 at 3:23 AM

    Wow! This one is fantastic! Australia has amazing endemic birds!

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