… to the Traralgon Railway Reservoir Conservation Reserve, (the Res), the other day while Glen caught the train to grand-child central.
The Res is right on the edge of town, surrounded by houses on three sides. The reserve is maintained principally by volunteers and is always a great spot for lunch, or breakfast in this case, if you are ever in town.
The usual collections of waterfowl are always on display – swamphens, coots, moorhens, various ducks and a few ferals, (as always), often a darter or two, nearly always a cormorant, swans, etc. The surrounding bush will often yield pardalotes, honeyeaters, wrens, whistlers and more and the bare limbs of the higher trees are often adorned with a watchful raptor. All this in the middle of town!
On this occasion, I was intrigued by the shenanigans at the nest boxes. Many ducks are opportunistic nesters and on this winters morning there was some pressure on the available accommodation. While some just snoozed on …
… and others just cruised about …
… Mrs Black Duck was trying a box for size while Mrs Chestnut Teal and Mr Black Duck waited patiently for her decision.
Well, that's my interpretation of matters anyhow!