bigbadja
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My outback is not your typical outback, for my outback is truly vast on any scale.
Rosie (my Border Collie) & I just returned from a 2 month jaunt that started in the Snowy Mountains and took me 1200km through drought stricken central NSW, then east to the Gold Coast region of SE Qld, to my sister Heather's patch of Sub-tropical rainforest paradise....for a short stopover...Here my senses reeled against the splendour of the King Parrots, Rosellas,and Satin-Bowerbirds; the catcophony of many competing kookaburras, to mention just a few.
This was before Heather took me to nearby Fleah's Sanctuary where we watched up close Cassowaries prowling, Red-tailed Black-Cockatoos courting, a huge range of waterbirds, complete with crocs, with a pair of pure dingoes nearby....others too numerous to mention here at this time.
The late Dr. Fleah was the first to breed Wedgetail Eagles in captivity. I strongly recommend this place to all birders.
We covered the next 3000km at a steady 100kph over the next 3 days....as I'd heard the Spanish-mackeral were "on" in the Gulf....The Gulf of Carpentaria. I am ashamed to admit that I failed to stop to photograph a magnificient young Wedgetail feeding on roadkill, something that will remain on my conscience forever.
I also drove past, revelling in sighting flocks of budgerigars, Australian Ring-neck parrots, Mulga parrots, groups of brolgas, Bush-turkeys, Kites, occasional emus, spinifex pigeons.
I had other things on my mind as I had yet to catch a Spanish mackeral, and they move on quite quickly.
I camped at Karumba Point on the lower South-Eastern corner of the Gulf where the mighty Norman River exits to the sea. There is only 1 major tide each day here, and they vary up to 3.5m.
The really big Spanish-mackeral eluded me this time and after slashing the tendons on the top of my left thumb with a filleting knife, I had plenty of time to cruise the mangroves and the river with the beloved Olympus C700 targeting Sea-eagles, jabirus, brolgas,and crocodiles, as well as herons and ibis.
In short I had a great time, I even found the 520km side trip to Mt Isa for surgery on my thumb to be quite interesting....especially when faced with 4-trailer road-trains thundering at me on the single width of bitumen...and me trying to keep the wounded appendage elevated whilst driving.
We returned home over 3 days mainly on cruise control, to find that winter was still here, my butcherbirds long departed and a new dominant male magpie who has yet to be taught the local rules of etiquette. There is now plenty of fish in the freezer, piscatorial delicacies like barramundi, blue-nose salmon, grunter, and a lot of Spanish mackeral, courtesy of a friend.
Robert
Rosie (my Border Collie) & I just returned from a 2 month jaunt that started in the Snowy Mountains and took me 1200km through drought stricken central NSW, then east to the Gold Coast region of SE Qld, to my sister Heather's patch of Sub-tropical rainforest paradise....for a short stopover...Here my senses reeled against the splendour of the King Parrots, Rosellas,and Satin-Bowerbirds; the catcophony of many competing kookaburras, to mention just a few.
This was before Heather took me to nearby Fleah's Sanctuary where we watched up close Cassowaries prowling, Red-tailed Black-Cockatoos courting, a huge range of waterbirds, complete with crocs, with a pair of pure dingoes nearby....others too numerous to mention here at this time.
The late Dr. Fleah was the first to breed Wedgetail Eagles in captivity. I strongly recommend this place to all birders.
We covered the next 3000km at a steady 100kph over the next 3 days....as I'd heard the Spanish-mackeral were "on" in the Gulf....The Gulf of Carpentaria. I am ashamed to admit that I failed to stop to photograph a magnificient young Wedgetail feeding on roadkill, something that will remain on my conscience forever.
I also drove past, revelling in sighting flocks of budgerigars, Australian Ring-neck parrots, Mulga parrots, groups of brolgas, Bush-turkeys, Kites, occasional emus, spinifex pigeons.
I had other things on my mind as I had yet to catch a Spanish mackeral, and they move on quite quickly.
I camped at Karumba Point on the lower South-Eastern corner of the Gulf where the mighty Norman River exits to the sea. There is only 1 major tide each day here, and they vary up to 3.5m.
The really big Spanish-mackeral eluded me this time and after slashing the tendons on the top of my left thumb with a filleting knife, I had plenty of time to cruise the mangroves and the river with the beloved Olympus C700 targeting Sea-eagles, jabirus, brolgas,and crocodiles, as well as herons and ibis.
In short I had a great time, I even found the 520km side trip to Mt Isa for surgery on my thumb to be quite interesting....especially when faced with 4-trailer road-trains thundering at me on the single width of bitumen...and me trying to keep the wounded appendage elevated whilst driving.
We returned home over 3 days mainly on cruise control, to find that winter was still here, my butcherbirds long departed and a new dominant male magpie who has yet to be taught the local rules of etiquette. There is now plenty of fish in the freezer, piscatorial delicacies like barramundi, blue-nose salmon, grunter, and a lot of Spanish mackeral, courtesy of a friend.
Robert