The possibility of thunderstorms from late this morning prompted the legs to get walking a little earlier today. By 7.00 am I was down at the ferry terminal enjoying the wide open spaces that a low tide opens up.
Plenty of others are up and about at this time of the morning, including cyclists, other walkers, and those heading over to the island on the ferry
I caught sight of what I think is a yellow-faced honeyeater flitting among the trees, otherwise few shorebirds, except for a pelican or two.
This afternoon I ventured down to the point after a thunderstorm. The tide was going out and oyster catchers, egrets and a couple of spoonbills were feeding beyond the best reach of my lens. Further into the mangroves the still water was throwing some magical reflections against the still grey sky.
The last of the harvest moon tides are over until the next one rises. This morning, the mangrove tubes were exposed on the incoming tide.
In the park down near the Old Schoolhouse, the plover (Masked Lapwing) parents were a bit more relaxed with walkers. A nice change from being shrieked at as you walk the path. The young ones are growing up.
White-faced herons hide behind the scrub and change spots regularly.
The trumpet flower hangs in all its poisonous glory over a garden fence.
I’ve been walking. Lots. On most days, the iPhone comes with me, largely so I can listen to podcasts, and also to capture anything of interest along the way.
Today, I took my old faithful Sony mirrorless camera and caught some of birds that might be described as local regulars. The migratory shore birds are in abundance at the moment, but find other places to roost when the tides are as high as they were this morning.
This morning, an eastern reef egret with dark grey plumage in an appearance with a couple of his white plumed cousins. I was down at the point just after seven. Laying low on the grass so as not to disturb the birds, I was fair game for the midges and a persistent horse fly. Nevertheless, I persisted.