I was driving down a mountain and saw one ... two .. three ... four ... lyrebirds kind of flapping across the road. The first looked awkward, like it wasn't really flying. The others, the same.
I didn't know they could fly.
It was before six in the morning on an isolated road in a rainforest.
They looked weird. They flapped across the road with their 'lyre' between their legs.
Beautiful.
I had only seen one lyrebird (on its bower, fifteen years ago deep in the Dandenong Ranges) before.
And yesterday I saw four in a few minutes.
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