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and like the previous one it stomed was full
full of grass and take worms somewhat larger
about 3 em long the stomach of the Petara
was almost empty and what was in it was green
so my conclusion that it was eating the red
berries of the Umbrella Tree is incorrect I went
out shooting last night on the path to Orange
but my shooting was hardly off I missed
a night hawk by the road and just on other side
(Orange) I also missed a mammal of some sort judging
from the size of it the eyes of fairly good size
he was fleeing over the top of a rock above the trail I went
on about a mile and then turned back. I missed a
lot but it was rather dark just before entering the
last rainforest and just around the bend from the
place where I shot at the animal I missed a frog-
mouth and shortly afterwards I shot and probably
hit a bird sailing over head for I heard him crash
into its hill. Just before rounding the bend onto the rise
I missed twice what I now some was a Petaras for his eye
shone in the same way as the first one when I fired at
him on down the trunk of the tree. I did not see him after
the second shot. Again I missed that frog mouth
that was setting in the crotch of a tree. I shot a bright jar
just before getting to camp that was setting on a branch of a
fallen tree but missed another that was in a similar
but just a little way off.
March 12. 1933
I had very little luck with my tiger I got only
a Light Brown set in at no.4. I got into camp about
9.45 and shot the morning writing and Edamson came in
about eleven go on shooting moon hours until two or three
in the afternoon talking over the trip to Dr Albert Edward
I'm the evening I went shooting but did not see
anything. I missed old I believe was another or
possibly the same as last night, a Petaras in a tree
by the river across the path from last night his was in
an umbrella tree. I did not go far only to the other
side of the woods coming back I chased a
night hawk around but did not get at it.