On this trip, I slept in a swag. It was excellent, snug and cosy in my sleeping bag, perhaps a tad too enclosed. I certainly couldn't sit up in it, couldn't raise my head more than 10 cm without opening the cover. It had a fly cover and a canvas cover over that; all with zips to make the thing impenetrable if necessary. I mostly slept with the canvas half down thus the lightening sky always woke me well before dawn. Which meant I was up and ready to bird at sunrise.
Eringa Waterhole was lovely. The light was superb [as it was every morning of the trip; a legacy of no clouds nor light nor pollution] for both birding and photos. Each morning was usually dead calm hence it was easy to spot a bird moving in the top of a tree.
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| Grey-crowned Babbler Pomatostomus temporals rubeculus |
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| Magpie-lark Grallina cyanoleuca |
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| Pied Butcherbird Cracticus nigrogularis |
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| Whistling Kite Haliastur sphenurus |
More on Whistling Kites in the next post.
Magic. t1250 and be there.
Magic. t1250 and be there.
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