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We arrived as the light rain finally stopped and found one adult perched high above the nest in the Australian Pine. It was rather damp looking as it faced us and watched the street, turning its head to look east and west. No sign of an eaglet, but hardly any wind and most of the nest covered up by the branches on the surrounding wet and heavy trees. Phil was there watching and said one adult had been in the dead snags when he arrived before us.
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