BIRDS
from deep shade a currawong calls in slow motion |
janice m bostok |
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yellowing fields hovering not hovering the nankeen kestrels |
alan summers |
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roadkill– my windscreen fills with eagle |
nathalie buckland |
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summer heat a lorikeet sips nectar from the flame tree |
vanessa proctor |
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telling the story in a chainsaw voice – lyrebird |
lorin ford |
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the thump-thump of the wonga-wonga pigeon echoes in my head |
janice m bostok |
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traffic snarl– galahs on a phone line upside down |
john bird |
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the spring in a wattle spray Silvereyes |
lorin ford |
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nest-building – a magpie sings with its mouth full |
quendryth young |
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bellbirds – half a dozen stubbies clinking in the creek |
lorin ford |
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by the shed three brolgas line dancing |
ross clark |
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jagged wingtips the smooth flight of a black cockatoo |
sharon dean |
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summer... three lorikeets queue in the shade of a pole |
helen davison |
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