As I was photographing the structures and the amazing old abandoned car, for a brief moment I thought I heard an engine start up. Except it wasn’t an engine. It was a large flock of galahs leaving their night’s roost and tearing up the river with only their wings making sound through the cold air.
On the road again and in just over 2 hours we were in Birdsville, home of the Birdsville Races, the Birdsville Hotel and the Birdsville Bakery, prize winning baker of fine pastries such as Camel Curry, and Kangaroo and Claret pie. They also tend a blooming garden of Sturt’s Desert Peas.
The beer is good and cold at the hotel in case you were wondering.