Winter bird life is frustrating. Yesterday I walked along the snaky Yarra River at Warrandyte, sometimes high above, sometimes close down and low. I caught two commonplace birds square in my binoculars, which for me is a grand triumph: a plump crimson rosella and a sulfur-crested cockatoo that flew away, showing its wonderful white chest feathers.
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