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That looks like an Australasian coot! I've been watching (not really in a birdwatching way) a lot of them at my local lake recently, it being spring down here right now. We have a range of ages in the little cootlings, from just hatched to almost fully fledged.
 
That looks like an Australasian coot! I've been watching (not really in a birdwatching way) a lot of them at my local lake recently, it being spring down here right now. We have a range of ages in the little cootlings, from just hatched to almost fully fledged.
Fulica atra? They're a beautiful odd looking bunch, aren't they? <3

Not my photo:

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We last went to Manhattan in July 2019. We arrived during a heatwave, and while it gets probably hotter here in Perth it doesn't get as humid. The humidity was crushing. Instant sweat as soon as we left the hotel.

My wife is a writer and we were there primarily so that she could go to a writer's conference. Sometimes we will have a side hustle on these trips, and this time my wife decided to do a story for the travel section of our local paper The West Australian about Manhattan dive bars. I take the photos, she writes the story. It was a lot of fun because we like dive bars anyway. I think there was a speakeasy on 8th (or nearby) and I had always wanted to get a shot of the building on the cover of some obscure album. The building is not the dive. Dives we did visit included McSorleys (which was terrible), Jimmy's Corner in midtown, the Old Town Bar (great ambience, awful food, flat beer), Doc Holliday's with stuff stuck to the ceiling and our favourite the International. The International was great fun. Sawyer, the woman in control , was amazing. A small joint with a bouncer fast asleep in a precarious position on his stool and a small circular bar was a tightly controlled by Sawyer. She had everyone in the palm of her hand.

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We last went to Manhattan in July 2019. We arrived during a heatwave, and while it gets probably hotter here in Perth it doesn't get as humid. The humidity was crushing. Instant sweat as soon as we left the hotel.

My wife is a writer and we were there primarily so that she could go to a writer's conference. Sometimes we will have a side hustle on these trips, and this time my wife decided to do a story for the travel section of our local paper The West Australian about Manhattan dive bars. I take the photos, she writes the story. It was a lot of fun because we like dive bars anyway. I think there was a speakeasy on 8th (or nearby) and I had always wanted to get a shot of the building on the cover of some obscure album. The building is not the dive. Dives we did visit included McSorleys (which was terrible), Jimmy's Corner in midtown, the Old Town Bar (great ambience, awful food, flat beer), Doc Holliday's with stuff stuck to the ceiling and our favourite the International. The International was great fun. Sawyer, the woman in control , was amazing. A small joint with a bouncer fast asleep in a precarious position on his stool and a small circular bar was a tightly controlled by Sawyer. She had everyone in the palm of her hand.
Add McSorleys(oldest Irish tavern in the US) and Duff's(Williamsburg) to your next trip.
 
Pretty sure I mention McSorley's. Liked the ambience, got confused by having to always order two beers instead of one (why not just use a bigger glass??) but the food was absolutely terrible. Seemed to be a theme - here in Australia you couldn't find a pub with such terrible food. They would go out of business in a flash. Pub food here is rarely fantastic but there is a standard below which it doesn't really go.

Duff's was an option but we kept it to Manhattan for the sake of the article. Too many options it it is!
 
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This barely fledged little fella has been visiting our back yard the past few days. He's a laughing kookaburra, not a blue winged kookaburra even though he does have blue on his wings. We hear his family most days - I love the sound of the kookaburras getting together. Not quite as mellifluous as the Aussie magpie but pretty special all the same. If you ever watched Tarzan as a kid you heard these guys. It's easy to tell this one is a juvenile - he's still quite fluffy and he's not too steady on his feet in the branches.
 
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