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On the verandah


We lounged on the ancient chairs on the verandah of the hotel, sipping drinks, taking in the view and watching small birds flit in the grass -- they were tiny wrens and red beaked finches. The birds were too small and too far away to get a shot so I settled for the chicken scratching around on the verandah, while we wondered if the rich people from the resort would dare to venture down here for a drink.

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  1. JulieMarch 30, 2009 at 8:34 AM

    Quick comment, be back later.

    That is no chicken. That is a chook.

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  2. JulieMarch 30, 2009 at 7:32 PM

    The rich people from the resort would not appreciate this any way. It surely is a gorgeous part of the Great Divide - well I figure it is a part of the GD.

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  3. Joan ElizabethApril 1, 2009 at 10:56 PM

    Of course it's a chook but thinking of those who don't know the local lingo chose a more international term ... but should really have called it a hen.

    I guess it's part of the Great Dividing Range which as my school geography teacher used to say is not a range but many ranges

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  4. UnknownApril 3, 2009 at 12:17 AM

    What a dramatic view, I love it!

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  5. JuddieApril 16, 2009 at 8:41 AM

    Oh this looks so beautiful! May I ask where you were staying?

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  6. JuddieApril 16, 2009 at 8:43 AM

    Just read your previous posts so I needn't have asked where you were staying. Sorry!
    I must get up there one day ...

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