G’day Blog Readers,
Some weeks back I received a summons – for jury service. After checking the list of reasons to be excused and not finding ‘mowing and watering’, ‘bird surveying’ or ‘born in the early war years’ anywhere to be seen, I had to make myself available. Consequently I’ve been trying to get ahead a bit with the golf course stuff for the last week, and bingo, I drew a blank at the Sale Law Courts. Wow, a free day, what to do?
Clydebank Morass is nestled between the Avon River and the ‘salt lake’ Lake Wellington.
Standing in ankle deep water amongst the head high cumbungi, I could hear the mournful call of the Little Grassbird, and the incessant, strident, ‘pillek-pillek-pillek’, (appropriate), of the Golden-headed Cisticola.
Is it ‘siss-tic-cola’ or ‘siss-tickler’?
Eventually they began checking me out from the tops of the reeds.
After having fun in there for some time, I carefully retraced my path out, (great tiger country), and tried to pin down four Wedge-tailed Eagles I’d noticed soaring overhead, but they were on to me very early and wouldn’t let me get near their perching tree for a photo.
Just half a kilometer down the road at Marlay Point, the piles were occupied by Silver Gulls, Crested Terns and a lone Caspian Tern. They all seemed less concerned by the noisy jet skiers than I was!
Forecast is for a bit of a heat wave, so it was time to head home and put out some water.