Well, murmur perhaps. Indeed, it was the little wimpy tweep tweep that took me away from my reading this morning. It was a currawong, in the olive tree, a not-so-common visitor to these parts. And while a more adult version elsewhere offered its full cry, this one just didn't want to draw attention to itself. Not that that ever stops a snapper-in-motion...
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| Tweep... |
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| ...twee...oh? |
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| Nature. Full stop. |
A web of beauty, art, architecture...fascinating. And then, butterflies.
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| The flight of the butterfly 1 |
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| The flight of the butterfly 2 |
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| The flight of the butterfly 3 |
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| The flight of the butterfly 4 |
Typical Sunday morning in the backyard. Song, and dance. A web of intrigue.
[Camera : Canon EOS60D, 70-300mm, 8.38am-8.40am; 9.57am-9.58am]
