On the face of things, the country south and east of Swan Hill has little to recommend it. It is not by any means rich farming territory, but it was no doubt easy to clear and vast areas of it are almost completely lacking in native vegetation. As you get to know it better, however, you start discovering tiny, sad remnants of semi-intact vegetation amongst the devestation and the roadside weeds.
This extraordinarily beautiful creature lives in one of them, a very small, triangular patch of intact mallee that has survived purely by accident. It is not a reserve or a park, just an odd-shaped bit of "useless" land too small to bother clearing, and too close to a salt lake to do much else with. All the rare species have long since disappeared, of course, but it remains rich in the more common, hardy types: three or four different parrots, thornbills, a Restless Flycatcher, and so on.
