November 16th 2009
Week 9
Monday - Day 57
White cheeked honeyeater
Miraculously I was up around 5.45 a.m. I’d been awake for some time, exhaustive dreams keeping my mind active. I met Michael at the corner where he’d been walking about for 20 minutes trying to find a noisy scrub bird.
I retrieved my laptop and returned to try and play the bird’s call using my computer. I didn’t think it was loud enough but we soon had a bird calling from the edge of the road about 50 meters from the corner. It didn’t cross the street however and eventually I left Michael there and headed up the sandy track in search of the bristlebird that had eluded me last time.
It was cloudy and lots of flies were waiting for me. There was little sound about but I kept on playing the bird call until I reached the area where the scrub had been burnt. On my return I heard a clear western bristlebird call and this raised my hopes. After a long time things went silent. Che sara sara.
I retrieved my laptop and returned to try and play the bird’s call using my computer. I didn’t think it was loud enough but we soon had a bird calling from the edge of the road about 50 meters from the corner. It didn’t cross the street however and eventually I left Michael there and headed up the sandy track in search of the bristlebird that had eluded me last time.
It was cloudy and lots of flies were waiting for me. There was little sound about but I kept on playing the bird call until I reached the area where the scrub had been burnt. On my return I heard a clear western bristlebird call and this raised my hopes. After a long time things went silent. Che sara sara.
Michael returned to the park to pack and head “somewhere east”. I returned to the van for a coffee and waited till all the other vans had gone before looking about with my camera. Around midday I headed down to the road leading along the parkway to investigate the call of a fledging red wattlebird which I thought might be an interesting shot. Lo and behold a red eared firetail finch was having a fossick in a vacant tent site nearby.
These little beauties are quite elusive, often creeping singly through dense foliage. I couldn’t believe my luck and managed to get a few distant shots off before the bird reverted to the aforementioned behaviour.
Around 3 p.m. I decided on a walk to the beach in the hope of photographing a sea eagle. It was windy but the flies to their credit were still about in droves. I ended up trekking to the top of the cliff following the track that leads to the south of the town. There was not much here save acres of heath land where three years ago a ground parrot had been seen.....
By the time I began my return a car pulled up and the occupants laughed at the huge number of flies I was carrying. We exchanged a few light hearted observations and the driver then turned and drove down the hill, not wishing to offer “us” a lift back. Back at the beach a couple from South African were using a scope to try and identify a Pacific gull. They asked if I was the person at site 15 who had photographed the western whipbird. We’re becoming famous!
Glenda had an enjoyable afternoon doing appliqué (apart from washing and housekeeping stuff).
Cheynes Beach – Bremer Bay
November 17th 2009
Tuesday - Day 58
We slept in until after 8 a.m. but only because of a restless night. Apart from a recurring dream a brush bronzewing decided to try out its relentless and monotonous booming call for most of the dark hours. Glenda believes I awoke grumpy but I’m not sure.
We headed east to Bremer Bay, about 120 kms from Cheynes Beach. This allowed us to arrive around 11 o’clock which was plenty of time to look at the two caravan parks. The beach location won us over and we set up on a grassy but shaded site a fair distance from the ablution block. After a coffee we drove to the Info Centre where a helpful girl left a phone message from us to the local birding guru.
Around 3 p.m. I decided on a walk to the beach in the hope of photographing a sea eagle. It was windy but the flies to their credit were still about in droves. I ended up trekking to the top of the cliff following the track that leads to the south of the town. There was not much here save acres of heath land where three years ago a ground parrot had been seen.....
By the time I began my return a car pulled up and the occupants laughed at the huge number of flies I was carrying. We exchanged a few light hearted observations and the driver then turned and drove down the hill, not wishing to offer “us” a lift back. Back at the beach a couple from South African were using a scope to try and identify a Pacific gull. They asked if I was the person at site 15 who had photographed the western whipbird. We’re becoming famous!
Glenda had an enjoyable afternoon doing appliqué (apart from washing and housekeeping stuff).
Cheynes Beach – Bremer Bay
November 17th 2009
Tuesday - Day 58
We slept in until after 8 a.m. but only because of a restless night. Apart from a recurring dream a brush bronzewing decided to try out its relentless and monotonous booming call for most of the dark hours. Glenda believes I awoke grumpy but I’m not sure.
We headed east to Bremer Bay, about 120 kms from Cheynes Beach. This allowed us to arrive around 11 o’clock which was plenty of time to look at the two caravan parks. The beach location won us over and we set up on a grassy but shaded site a fair distance from the ablution block. After a coffee we drove to the Info Centre where a helpful girl left a phone message from us to the local birding guru.
We had a look at the estuary and followed it down to the beach where a sand spit stops it from entering the sea. Here we were able to drive onto the sand and this enabled us to get close to some waders enjoying the estuary’s edge. A couple looked interesting so I snapped away and believe I’ve caught a grey plover on film. Another bird looked like a lesser sand plover, the grey legs tinged greenish and the partial breast band being the main points of identification.
Finally, a third wader was isolated but we couldn’t positively identify it. The three photos below will hopefully help in identifying these birds.
Grey Plover lesser sand plover (and red necked stint) unknown waderFinally, a third wader was isolated but we couldn’t positively identify it. The three photos below will hopefully help in identifying these birds.
The local tourist drive took us to some great little beaches with houses ranging from shacks to expensive retreats. With all these “hidden” paradises I suspect the lack of power and the dangers of strong winds and currents must always be factored in when deciding on making a stake in these more pristine places. We saw the signs of new subdivisions being opened up, so it won’t be long before this area becomes less of a wilderness.
An old homestead has been renovated into a museum and accommodation place. It was closed at the time of our visit but looked like a good place to have a wander around for a couple of hours.
We returned to the van and later checked at the info centre to see if the bird lady had returned the call. Unfortunately not so we’ll look about tomorrow on our own. We’ll probably take in Fitzgerald River N.P.
Bird Sightings: Grey Plover, Lesser sand plover, 160 birds 7 new birds
Bremer Bay
November 18th 2009
Wednesday - Day 59
It rained for a long time during the night and I was a bit unsure driving onto the spit around dawn. I was hoping for some good sightings and managed a few shots at birds I’d already seen. Dawn was as always spectacular.
I returned to the spit a bit after 8 a.m. and caught a group of pelicans too close to the shore. I noticed the grey plover again and took a better photo of it than yesterday’s effort.
The sky was overcast but showed signs of breaking up. Given the strong wind we thought a drive to Fitzgerald River N.P. might be a useful thing to do.
We set off around mid morning and left the bitumen for a 45 km drive over a gravel road which although wide seemed to deteriorate the closer we got to the entrance. When the park was eventually reached it greeted us with corrugations.
We noticed a profusion of plants and wild flowers, the later pretty much spent as summer approaches. The park has a number of mountains lying singly in what looked like a vast, flat ocean of low growingtrees and shrubs. The royal hakea (see photo) seems a signature plant here with a range of grevilleas. We stopped at West Mount Barren to consider a 2 hour walk to the summit but the sky suddenly took a turn for the worse.
Bird Sightings: Grey Plover, Lesser sand plover, 160 birds 7 new birds
Bremer Bay
November 18th 2009
Wednesday - Day 59
It rained for a long time during the night and I was a bit unsure driving onto the spit around dawn. I was hoping for some good sightings and managed a few shots at birds I’d already seen. Dawn was as always spectacular.
I returned to the spit a bit after 8 a.m. and caught a group of pelicans too close to the shore. I noticed the grey plover again and took a better photo of it than yesterday’s effort.
The sky was overcast but showed signs of breaking up. Given the strong wind we thought a drive to Fitzgerald River N.P. might be a useful thing to do.
We set off around mid morning and left the bitumen for a 45 km drive over a gravel road which although wide seemed to deteriorate the closer we got to the entrance. When the park was eventually reached it greeted us with corrugations.
We noticed a profusion of plants and wild flowers, the later pretty much spent as summer approaches. The park has a number of mountains lying singly in what looked like a vast, flat ocean of low growingtrees and shrubs. The royal hakea (see photo) seems a signature plant here with a range of grevilleas. We stopped at West Mount Barren to consider a 2 hour walk to the summit but the sky suddenly took a turn for the worse.
A heavy storm hit and we decided to get out quickly, the lessons from days one and two reminding us how quickly gravel and sand can turn to mud.
We were worried too that the wind might do mean things to our van awning back at the park.
Fortunately the wind was not so furious when we returned and apart from wet towels and chairs left outside everything was fine.
I telephoned old friend Barry Govan to see how the visit to Ballarat of our Karate Grand Master was going and he assured me all was going smoothly. He made a comment about our blog however and complained about the pages and pages about birds!! Mate! I’m an ornithologist!!
My email check had a comment or two from Rose Mecca who also made positive comments about the visitors staying in Ballarat. Hope she’s not becoming bird watched out too.
In case my writing is becoming too bird specific, here is my last bird shot for a while, together with the royal hakea which looks like a large lettuce gone to seed big time.
Tonight’s meal is beef in black bean stir fry with udon noodles. Glenda is trying to use up all the food in the Waeko so that we won’t have to worry about powering it on the trip across the Nullarbor. This fact should make for some interesting concoctions this week.
Bremer Bay - Esperance
November 19th 2009
Thursday - Day 60
I woke around 6 a.m. and gave Glenda at least 30 minutes before agitating to get moving. Not a good strategy for a friendly day’s travel.
Spit at Bremer Bay
The destination was Esperance before heading out to Cape Arid for two days with a ground parrot research group. This entailed planning meals and fuel to maximise our opportunity and the chance of seeing this critically endangered bird. I wasn’t joking when I wrote yesterday that there wouldn’t be any bird photos for a while.
The trip went smoothly despite some rain. Interestingly it’s been the wettest November in 20 years over here, most of the rain falling in the last 48 hours. Conversely S.A. and Victoria are experiencing heat waves, Ceduna reaching 47 degrees today. Cape Arid will hopefully be mild for the next two days so that when we start across Nullarbor the heat wave will be over. A tail wind would be appreciated too of course.
The caravan park owner told us that we couldn’t camp at Cape Arid because of a fire. I persisted with our plan and phoned the ranger to see what the story was. It was an embarrassing moment when the voice on the other end eventually identified himself as Barry Govan. I had phoned him by mistake and typically he played along. In the end he said, “you need a holiday, Mate!” Vengeance will be mine!
The real ranger, David said the fire was last week and that the camp was open. He has organised for us to meet with the research group and perhaps go on an early morning listen for the parrots. I can imagine Glenda being excited about a 3 a.m. start!
Tonight we’re in Esperance and will head out in the morning. We spoke to the boys who are both up to their armpits in end of the year reports. Gee we miss those!
Esperance – Cape Arid
November 20th 2009
Friday - Day 61
“A few showers in Esperance, clearing in the morning with an expected high of 19,” or so said the weather report. If this were true then we should have had those showers by 6.00 a.m. when I was awake. Fortunately it stopped raining while we showered and packed up but more were to come.
We headed out to Cape Arid around 9 a.m. A strong tail wind helped fuel consumption which will be crucial for this trip as there is only one petrol source on the way. At Thomas River most sites were taken but we found the one at the far end vacant. The shrubs provided a good break from the wind and we set the shower tent up straight away to convince ourselves that we mean business.
We were worried too that the wind might do mean things to our van awning back at the park.
Fortunately the wind was not so furious when we returned and apart from wet towels and chairs left outside everything was fine.
I telephoned old friend Barry Govan to see how the visit to Ballarat of our Karate Grand Master was going and he assured me all was going smoothly. He made a comment about our blog however and complained about the pages and pages about birds!! Mate! I’m an ornithologist!!
My email check had a comment or two from Rose Mecca who also made positive comments about the visitors staying in Ballarat. Hope she’s not becoming bird watched out too.
In case my writing is becoming too bird specific, here is my last bird shot for a while, together with the royal hakea which looks like a large lettuce gone to seed big time.
Tonight’s meal is beef in black bean stir fry with udon noodles. Glenda is trying to use up all the food in the Waeko so that we won’t have to worry about powering it on the trip across the Nullarbor. This fact should make for some interesting concoctions this week.
Bremer Bay - Esperance
November 19th 2009
Thursday - Day 60
I woke around 6 a.m. and gave Glenda at least 30 minutes before agitating to get moving. Not a good strategy for a friendly day’s travel.
Spit at Bremer BayThe destination was Esperance before heading out to Cape Arid for two days with a ground parrot research group. This entailed planning meals and fuel to maximise our opportunity and the chance of seeing this critically endangered bird. I wasn’t joking when I wrote yesterday that there wouldn’t be any bird photos for a while.
The trip went smoothly despite some rain. Interestingly it’s been the wettest November in 20 years over here, most of the rain falling in the last 48 hours. Conversely S.A. and Victoria are experiencing heat waves, Ceduna reaching 47 degrees today. Cape Arid will hopefully be mild for the next two days so that when we start across Nullarbor the heat wave will be over. A tail wind would be appreciated too of course.
The caravan park owner told us that we couldn’t camp at Cape Arid because of a fire. I persisted with our plan and phoned the ranger to see what the story was. It was an embarrassing moment when the voice on the other end eventually identified himself as Barry Govan. I had phoned him by mistake and typically he played along. In the end he said, “you need a holiday, Mate!” Vengeance will be mine!
The real ranger, David said the fire was last week and that the camp was open. He has organised for us to meet with the research group and perhaps go on an early morning listen for the parrots. I can imagine Glenda being excited about a 3 a.m. start!
Tonight we’re in Esperance and will head out in the morning. We spoke to the boys who are both up to their armpits in end of the year reports. Gee we miss those!
Esperance – Cape Arid
November 20th 2009
Friday - Day 61
“A few showers in Esperance, clearing in the morning with an expected high of 19,” or so said the weather report. If this were true then we should have had those showers by 6.00 a.m. when I was awake. Fortunately it stopped raining while we showered and packed up but more were to come.
We headed out to Cape Arid around 9 a.m. A strong tail wind helped fuel consumption which will be crucial for this trip as there is only one petrol source on the way. At Thomas River most sites were taken but we found the one at the far end vacant. The shrubs provided a good break from the wind and we set the shower tent up straight away to convince ourselves that we mean business.
After a light lunch I walked down to the beach to try and get some waves breaking for a photo but they just didn’t quite seem strong enough.
We set our trip meter as we left for Poison Creek where my English mate, Larry had given us directions to find the ground parrot. The ranger was nowhere about so we hoped that we might find “a clump of vegetation on the right with a single palm tree growing in the middle”. The two maps we were using had conflicting names for the roads and camps so we weren’t too sure of where we would find this spot if in fact we would at all.
Our calculations put the spot 58.4 kms from our camp. As we approached the place we noticed a gaggle of tents along a Management Road. This was the “parrot whisperers” group, researchers from the Conservation Dept who were doing research on the ground parrot. At exactly 55.8 kms Glenda spotted the palm tree in the clump of vegetation. I did a quick bush bash type stomp around the area but immediately recognised a minefield of tunnels and run throughs under the shrubs. This bird will live up to its reputation for being difficult to see.
We drove on to Poison Creek and checked it and the nearby Seal Cove Camping sites out for future reference. A walk over the dunes to the beach reinforced the wilderness of this area. Pristine white sand, a very ordinary little creek in hectare upon hectare of Banksia trees all about one meter in height.
We set our trip meter as we left for Poison Creek where my English mate, Larry had given us directions to find the ground parrot. The ranger was nowhere about so we hoped that we might find “a clump of vegetation on the right with a single palm tree growing in the middle”. The two maps we were using had conflicting names for the roads and camps so we weren’t too sure of where we would find this spot if in fact we would at all.
Our calculations put the spot 58.4 kms from our camp. As we approached the place we noticed a gaggle of tents along a Management Road. This was the “parrot whisperers” group, researchers from the Conservation Dept who were doing research on the ground parrot. At exactly 55.8 kms Glenda spotted the palm tree in the clump of vegetation. I did a quick bush bash type stomp around the area but immediately recognised a minefield of tunnels and run throughs under the shrubs. This bird will live up to its reputation for being difficult to see.
We drove on to Poison Creek and checked it and the nearby Seal Cove Camping sites out for future reference. A walk over the dunes to the beach reinforced the wilderness of this area. Pristine white sand, a very ordinary little creek in hectare upon hectare of Banksia trees all about one meter in height.
The trip showed the spot to be 16.3 kms from the creek on our return trip, just a km or so from the researchers’ camp. They arrived soon after I walked over to their camp. Geoff and Abbey seemed to be in charge of about four or five people including themselves. They were expecting me and we had a good chat. They have been here for three weeks and will stay for probably another three. They gave me a training CD for the ground parrot calls and we might meet up in the morning.
Sunrise is at 4.40 a.m. The parrot starts calling circa 3.40 a.m. It takes an hour to drive here because of the gravel and the roos. Bloody hell!! A 2.30 a.m. start!
We played the CD on the way back to Thomas River camp ground and I’m hopeful that we can distinguish it if the dawn chorus isn’t too complex. Glenda said she will make me a thermos before we go to bed if I promise not to wake her. The ranger dropped by and nearly dropped his false teeth when I said I was driving over in the morning before dawn. You gotta do it if only to say that you’ve done it.
Cape Arid
November 21st 2009
Saturday - Day 62
Bloody alarm! Technology and I are not always friends, and my 2.30 a.m. setting failed to work. As a consequence I woke at 4 a.m., a drive to the Poison Creek area not worthwhile.
We played the CD on the way back to Thomas River camp ground and I’m hopeful that we can distinguish it if the dawn chorus isn’t too complex. Glenda said she will make me a thermos before we go to bed if I promise not to wake her. The ranger dropped by and nearly dropped his false teeth when I said I was driving over in the morning before dawn. You gotta do it if only to say that you’ve done it.
Cape Arid
November 21st 2009
Saturday - Day 62
Bloody alarm! Technology and I are not always friends, and my 2.30 a.m. setting failed to work. As a consequence I woke at 4 a.m., a drive to the Poison Creek area not worthwhile.
I cut my losses and drove up to the area near the information and registration wall. The ranger had told me that he’d heard them there and Abbey suggested a look there as she’d heard that they were there also (probably from the same source). I was sceptical and angry with my alarm so by the time I arrived I wasn’t fully awake.
As I approached the cross road I played the training tape just to refamiliarise myself. The sky was quite light and there was a strong breeze. Fortunately there was not much of a dawn chorus going. It was about 4.15 when I turned the engine off and started to listen. I initially thought I’d left the tape going for there it was; a calling ground parrot. I could hear several in the vicinity so the adrenalin kicked in.
Each time I managed to get a bearing the call seemed to stop or move. I was conscious that I only had about 15 minutes before they would stop so I was moving fairly fast. I spent an hour looking about, the callings stopped as expected. I managed to photograph a tawny honeyeater calling from a branch and heard a rufous calamanthus but unfortunately no ground parrots. I’ll try again at dusk and hopefully the alarm will work tomorrow.
I returned to the van and went back to bed, sleeping in til mid morning. Eventually Glenda and I did the dishes on the table outside and then had a brunch of spaghetti on toast which equals more dishes later. We drank from Glenda’s thermos.
The sun struggled to get through for most of the day. The western wattlebirds dominate the park now, fighting and calling loudly over the many banksias in bloom. This was quite different a month ago when we were here and the New Holland honeyeaters ruled. There are some still about but not in the numbers like last time.
Glenda and I drove out to the cross road where I had heard the ground parrots this morning. On listening to the tape Glenda agreed with me that the calls were ground parrots. Should I try here again or go for the area near Poison Creek with the researchers?
Each time I managed to get a bearing the call seemed to stop or move. I was conscious that I only had about 15 minutes before they would stop so I was moving fairly fast. I spent an hour looking about, the callings stopped as expected. I managed to photograph a tawny honeyeater calling from a branch and heard a rufous calamanthus but unfortunately no ground parrots. I’ll try again at dusk and hopefully the alarm will work tomorrow.
I returned to the van and went back to bed, sleeping in til mid morning. Eventually Glenda and I did the dishes on the table outside and then had a brunch of spaghetti on toast which equals more dishes later. We drank from Glenda’s thermos.
The sun struggled to get through for most of the day. The western wattlebirds dominate the park now, fighting and calling loudly over the many banksias in bloom. This was quite different a month ago when we were here and the New Holland honeyeaters ruled. There are some still about but not in the numbers like last time.
Glenda and I drove out to the cross road where I had heard the ground parrots this morning. On listening to the tape Glenda agreed with me that the calls were ground parrots. Should I try here again or go for the area near Poison Creek with the researchers?
A group of youngster set up camp this afternoon and have been fairly rowdy for much of the night. Rain has been falling steadily which I hope will put a dampener on their enthusiasm for partying (pun intended). Hopefully the weather will be clear in the morning.
Cape Arid – Esperance
November 22nd 2009
Sunday - Day 63
My phone alarm worked! I was up and about at 2.30 a.m. as planned. The sky was clear and the rain had stopped so it looked like a good day ahead.
There were some kangaroos about as expected so I didn’t get much over 60 kms an hour on the 55 km trip to the spot I thought I might have some luck at. On the way a couple of western quolls scampered across the road which was a surprise. I haven’t done much in the way of might spotting this trip. I was hoping that the researchers would be about but being Sunday they may have been taking a day off.
I found the clump of vegetation with the lone palm tree and waited. I’d listened to the tape on the way over and thought I might also have a serious look for the rufous fieldwren. Alas there were no calls that I could discern as being from the ground parrots. I recognised the tawny honeyeater and the fieldwren but the cupboard with ground parrots was bare.
Further down the track a lone Kangaroo stood in the middle of the road. It raised itself to its full height, looking something like a gunman waiting at high noon. It was a standoff as I slowed down to a crawl, confident because I definitely out gunned him in the Territory. He quickly turned a bounded off into the banksia scrub. A dint that didn’t happen…. this time.
The return trip was sombre. I listened to The Doors and Chris Rea for much of it. A feral cat lay on the edge of the road and must have just succumbed to 10 80 poison as it was still warm. Only the milky eyes of something being poisoned gave the cause of death away.
I was satisfied with my trip although I had failed to see this critically endangered bird. We soon packed up and were away by 10 o’clock. It would have been earlier but the soma puzzle in the form of the shower tent kept us thinking. How to fold it up and put it in its bag is a mystery that would challenge the greatest contortionist.
Back in Esperance and in network Range we received a call from Rod Hilton in Brisbane. He had flown down to Ballarat for the Karate Club’s official opening and presentation dinner before flying back to Brisbane. He spoke in glowing terms of the two days he was there and confirmed my thoughts that I’d missed a significant milestone in our Club’s history. There’ll be other moments ahead.
Good news that Rod’s son, Andrew has landed a job at Sea World on the Gold Coast. After settling him in to a place to board they’re driving back to Ballarat before heading over here. We just might meet them on the way.
Glenda went shopping for the trip over the Nullarbor which starts tomorrow. It’ll be the beginning of week 10 and the last entries in this journal. I hope its writing has been useful and worthwhile to family and friends.
Bird Sightings: Western Ground Parrot (heard) 160 birds 7 new birds, WESTERN QUOLL
Cape Arid – Esperance
November 22nd 2009
Sunday - Day 63
My phone alarm worked! I was up and about at 2.30 a.m. as planned. The sky was clear and the rain had stopped so it looked like a good day ahead.
There were some kangaroos about as expected so I didn’t get much over 60 kms an hour on the 55 km trip to the spot I thought I might have some luck at. On the way a couple of western quolls scampered across the road which was a surprise. I haven’t done much in the way of might spotting this trip. I was hoping that the researchers would be about but being Sunday they may have been taking a day off.
I found the clump of vegetation with the lone palm tree and waited. I’d listened to the tape on the way over and thought I might also have a serious look for the rufous fieldwren. Alas there were no calls that I could discern as being from the ground parrots. I recognised the tawny honeyeater and the fieldwren but the cupboard with ground parrots was bare.
Further down the track a lone Kangaroo stood in the middle of the road. It raised itself to its full height, looking something like a gunman waiting at high noon. It was a standoff as I slowed down to a crawl, confident because I definitely out gunned him in the Territory. He quickly turned a bounded off into the banksia scrub. A dint that didn’t happen…. this time.
The return trip was sombre. I listened to The Doors and Chris Rea for much of it. A feral cat lay on the edge of the road and must have just succumbed to 10 80 poison as it was still warm. Only the milky eyes of something being poisoned gave the cause of death away.
I was satisfied with my trip although I had failed to see this critically endangered bird. We soon packed up and were away by 10 o’clock. It would have been earlier but the soma puzzle in the form of the shower tent kept us thinking. How to fold it up and put it in its bag is a mystery that would challenge the greatest contortionist.
Back in Esperance and in network Range we received a call from Rod Hilton in Brisbane. He had flown down to Ballarat for the Karate Club’s official opening and presentation dinner before flying back to Brisbane. He spoke in glowing terms of the two days he was there and confirmed my thoughts that I’d missed a significant milestone in our Club’s history. There’ll be other moments ahead.
Good news that Rod’s son, Andrew has landed a job at Sea World on the Gold Coast. After settling him in to a place to board they’re driving back to Ballarat before heading over here. We just might meet them on the way.
Glenda went shopping for the trip over the Nullarbor which starts tomorrow. It’ll be the beginning of week 10 and the last entries in this journal. I hope its writing has been useful and worthwhile to family and friends.
Bird Sightings: Western Ground Parrot (heard) 160 birds 7 new birds, WESTERN QUOLL
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