Kookaburras and magpies, mostly, but there's a honeyeater at the end. That was my last trip (at my brother's house). My brother has since moved. I'm sucking all the videos of people onto the puter and sending them in chunks to Anj, as they have attained a certain Historical Interest through being so hoary.
My brother took the kookaburra footage and I took the magpie footage.*

Although one doesn't hear it often, ordinary old crows can make that doodly-doodly-doo noise that the magpies were making. The crow that fell in love with me used to sing to me once in a while. That's the one that spontaneously began following me around and landing on my car, and hanging about next to me, and peering in through the windows (and would leg-it up to the screen door and shout CAW! and make me jump out of my skin). My friend Hammer (I used to call him Hammer of the Tots as he was a kindergarten teacher) said that when he had long black hair crowss LOATHED him and would attack his head, possibly thinking it was a strange crow.

* The paintings were by Daddy Frank, and I made the deerskin drum. The photo is Mummy Barbara and Daddy Frank.

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