Diane and I walked the Lyrebird Trail at 8am on the Sunday of the Australia Day long weekend. There were birds everywhere - cockatoos, crimson rosellas, magpies and I even saw the magnificent harp of a Lyrebird as it crossed the track in front of me and disppeared into the undergrowth. We were totally alone for 95% of the walk.
The Man from Snowy River : Verse 8
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black
Resounded to the thunder of their tread,
And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back
From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.
And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,
Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;
And the old man muttered fiercely, 'We may bid the mob good day,
No man can hold them down the other side.'
by Andrew Barton Paterson
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