Father came one day; he and old Crib were a stunning pair for pot shooting, and he was a dead game shot, though we could be at him with the rifle and revolver.
There was a pretty fair show of game too.

The lowan (Mallee hen, they're mostly called) and talegalla (brush turkey) were thick enough in some of the scrubby corners.

Warrigal used to get the lowan eggs--beautiful pink thin-shelled ones they are, first-rate to eat, and one of 'em a man's breakfast.

Then there were pigeons, wild ducks, quail, snipe now and then, besides wallaby and other kangaroos.

There was no fear of starving, even if we hadn't a tidy herd of cattle to come upon.
The fishing wasn't bad either.