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The Tasmanian Robin
Paul Tapp ©200319.07.11 12:05 am5 comments
I heard the calling of the Robin
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What a glorious bird!
Used to see these around here all the time at this time of year - haven’t seen one for many years. Thanks for the reminder!
WONDERFUL!!! ... the poem and the bird. I’ve always loved them and been absolutely delighted when I’ve seen them.
Have quite a few here at Calder, just the other day there were four males sitting along the same strand of wire, spaced about ten meters apart…three adult full color and one immature male.
The recipe is be ever vigilant for the ferals and apply rule .222 as required.
Synchronicity in cyberspace when the intense colour flash of the picture was mirrored by a red robin landing on a peppermint branch right outside my eyrie window overlooking the Lune River estuary. A female is nearby and there is much trilling.
Scary though was the hectoring voice of Tony Abbott coming from the radio, red budgie smugglers almost visible in the airwaves, channelling Hanrahan where Tassie is doomed because no big carbon spewing dinosaur of an industry has set up shop recently.
‘Well’ says the Tasmanian red robin ‘Thank goodness for that!’
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