We arrived at The Cut, had morning tea, then slowly walked the few hundred metres to the end. Apart from the swans and cygnets, the egrets, the various species of ducks and resting cormorants and herons we spotted six Royal Spoonbills and four Little Pied Cormorants resting and preening on a dead tree in the middle of the cut.
|Getting on with life as a spoonbill.|
A bit of peace and quiet.
|A massive raft of Great Cormorants and some Pelicans.|
We carried on walking a few metres more to end of the jetty. There on the sand spit about 10 metres away were Sharp-tailed Sandpipers, Red-necked Stints, Black-fronted Dotterills, Masked Lapwings and chicks, Red-capped Plovers. Great. But what's that noise just behind us? All the feeding action had transferred to The Cut. The birds were following the mullet who were trying to escape (being) dinner! The sound of thousands of wings beating as the Great Cormorants landed and or did 'touch and gos'. Pelicans zooming left, right and centre. All this occurring twenty metres in front of us. We could now see what was really happening. The spoonbills took off. Exit stage left.
|It looked like total chaos.|
|"There's a cormorant in here somewhere!"|
|"Give me that fish"|
|"Aah. Got one. Yum"|
|Pelican in the centre: "Finally. Morning tea"|
f8 and be there. Magic.
* I'll tell you about the choir of cisticolas at Cisticola Central in the next blog!!