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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Another Ten Days


April 6 near Gatton
Awoke to a dew soaked morning.  Two wallabies, one of them heavy with a joey in her pouch grazed along the verge of the track.

April 7: Paddington
The crows at the top of the silky oak are in full chorus this morning, gurgling and warbling, screeching and chattering and for one surprising moment giving a poor imitation of a magpie being strangled.

April 8: Tenthill
The doublebars still inhabit the apple gums that line one of the fences. 

April 9: Paddington
Lorikeets seem to be all over Queensland in the aftermath to the big wet, screeching through the trees along the fencelines.

April 10: Mackay
This is my first arrival into a fine and sunny Mackay.  We fly over country that seems to have been artificially coloured so brilliant are the greens spread below us. 

April 11 Bucasia
The usual paths to the beach are underwater with a wide reflecting pool running the length of the depression at the foot of the frontal dune.  I have to detour to the park with its graded, concreted path to the beach.  Near the children’s playground families of lorikeets have taken over the hollows in the trees.  It is like walking below overcrowded bird tenements there are so many nesting birds.    

April 12 Bucasia
Bucasia Beach at low tide is like a long calligraphic scroll, revealing stories of small dogs and large crabs, of people running in shoes or walking slowly barefoot, of children dragging sticks and shell creatures ploughing below its surface. 

April 13: Bucasia
The kookaburra that haunts the back yard early in the mornings laughed all afternoon, but, contrary to old beliefs, the weather did not change.  It remained fine and sunny albeit a little more cloudy early evening.

April 14
A pair of Burdekin ducks were sitting quietly beside the fast evaporating stream that runs through the reserve beside the beach. 

April 15
 A sulphur crested cockatoo screeches in the treetops at sunset, silencing the other birds, even the corellas. 


Claire Wood
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