I've been swanning around in the field for the last 10 days, enjoying some away-from-city time and just wanted to share how nice it was with everyone. 
The bird/frog summer fauna monitoring trip down south was pleasant enough. There's been so much rain in the catchment lately that the roads were worse than ever and one of our creek monitoring sites was so flooded we couldn't get through to the 3rd bird point. It looks like a monsoonal rainforest. The leeches were so bad you couldn't stand still for more than a few minutes before you had several crawling up your legs. Miraculously, I didn't get bitten, although one fell off some vegetation and managed to give my belly a lick. I've recently developed somewhat of an allergy to one species of leech, so I was very glad I managed to avoid any bites.
8i creek once again swept me away with how gorgeous it can be. I tried to take photos of the sunrise touching the tops of the trees while mist rose from the water, but unfortunately my camera is my phone atm, and it couldn't cope with the changes in lighting. The birding was a bit ordinary on this trip, but I did get a nice look at a pretty male lyrebird. They're such extravagant turkeys. It jumped into a tree, fluffed its tail, and said "woobada-woobada!". Apparently that's all he had to say. Never heard one say that before!
Then it was off to the Hunter Valley wine country. There was a Rod Stewart concert happening at one of the wineries, so everything was booked out, which kinda sucked, as the boyfriend wanted wagyu beef but couldn't get any because all the nice places to eat were booked out. We could hear the Rod Stewart concert from our owl call playback point, which was absurdly funny. We ticked off "Rod Stewart" on our species list.
The higlight of the trip (apart from a lot of amazingly posh food and wonderfully relaxing views) was catching a Squirrel Glider. They're a threatened species and I'd never seen one before. They look like Sugar Gliders, but are bigger, have darker markings, a fluffier tail, and a cuter, pointier nose. The one we caught was undersized, so for a while there we weren't sure what we had, but we got a positive ID from a friend working on the species. Our Squirrel Glider was a fiesty little girl and the little bugger bit me! We didn't have any gloves on us when we were checking the traps, so we had to get her out without them. Of course, she went for the innocent bystander that was simply holding the bag open, but then I got to wave my bleeding finger around and say "Oh yes, a Squirrel Glider chomped on me. You know how they are."
We also caught a cat (that was discreetly released), a bush rat, and 2 1/2 brushtail possums. One of them had a teensy baby clinging to her. It was thoroughly adorable and we got some photos of it peeking out at us. The photo of me wrestling the Squirrel Glider is so going on my Facebook profile! Ringers grip indeed. Don't know how you're meant to get them in a ringers grip without loosing a finger.
I love my job!