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Blackfish

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  1. Good on you Fab1, Kudos to you mate.

    I'm no Hero mate

    Doesn't matter from what back ground you come from , in my opinion you've got lots of peoples respect.

    For whats it worth .......... mine as well.

  2. Definitely in the damselfish family Pomacentridae.

    I would guess it is an immaculate damsel, Mecaenichthys immaculatus

    Certainly had me.

    I looked at that and it doesn't seem to have the Blue Edging or Spot ETC on the fish. But they seem to have a major change from Juveniles to Adults so maybe its a mature adult, male or female.

    But if its not that ???

  3. A quick look and I recon Its a Eastern Frogfish. Batrachomoeus dubios.

    Little phone makes it hard for me to see.
    Try searching in Aquarium for one and that may help.

    Update...

    Quick look now. I recon Eastern frogfish

  4. Na Neil, certainly no poet mate and the Southern Cross thing is by Louis McManus.

    I used to go and see the Bushwackers many years ago and they would sing this song at their concerts, boy did it go off.

    Nothing like a good Aussie bush ballad to get going.

  5. Totally agree. When I was younger I spent a bit of time up that way and camp by the river. Often in those early morning times the fog would slowly descend through the She Oaks and envelope us.

    James Lister Cuthbertsons Poem summed it up best.

    The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea,

    And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free,

    The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night,

    Waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light;
    Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim
    The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb,
    Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist,
    And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining tree-tops kissed;
    Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie's note was heard,
    And the wind in the she-oak wavered, and the honeysuckles stirred,
    The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast,
    The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest,
    And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey
    And burnt with cloudy crimson at dawning of the day.

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