Behind all of this activity at the Jacobs River campsite were the Dusky Woodswallows attending to their young. It took me a while to locate their nest. It was in a tree as you might expect.
|Can you spot the nest?|
|Can you spot it now?|
I expect nests to be high up, out of the way of ground-based predators. In this case perhaps not. It was only five feet off the ground wedged where a piece of substantial sized bark had fallen away from the trunk, a bit like a sock with a loose top. There were three inhabitants.
|"Where's that food?"|
|"Aren't mums marvellous?"|
|"Feed me. Feed me. Ta Mum"|
|Waste disposal service too. Mum/dad reaching to take away|
a capsule of white material from an anus.
|"All we have to do is wait for the next round of food".|
|"Perhaps a spot of preening and sunbathing.|
Ahh. Life is good".
Magic. f8 and be there.