Bit of a climb she said. Up to Kenilworth. In the Mary Valley. But there were bellbirds in the trees. Distinctive call. Single note. Shrill. At the time I thought more like a door bell than, say, an old hand wrung school affair. But my recollections were a little shaky. Efforts to record their sound thwarted by some intense late afternoon electrical activity.
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