Seaside rock’n’roll (winter)

After enjoying strange Middle beach, we picked up our neighbours and headed South.

The beach on the right, in front of us…

… and on the left.

If they would look opposite direction, they’d see the first Australia’s nude beach. But it’s still too cold for them.
Actually, I’ve no idea what are they looking at.

Maybe, at this hill.

Or this.

Or a shore.

So, we spent some time possing.

…and again… and again…

We found a secret beach with little seashells.

Rolling tourists.

And cormorants.

It’s two different kinds of cormorants – black-faced cormorant and pied cormorant.

And of course, Silver Gull.

Feathers

Colourful feathers found in a park and city. Somehow, it is pretty hard to find them, maybe some grey bird collects all feathers and decorates his house.

Left:
– Unknown bird. Noisy miner? Thoug,h a bit too big.
– We don’t know why a magpie plucked feathers from a crested pigeon.
– A corella’s feather. Lost while running from photo camera. Birds often poop when they see us with camera, but this time it lost only a feather.

Right (unknown ones):
– Some lorikeet’s feather.
– It could be a rosella’s tail feather.
– Some lorikeet’s feather. Seems, it was plumage changing period in the park.
– Found in the hills, could be corella’s or cockatoo’s.

More photos here.

St. Kilda and surroundings 1

One weekend we just looked at the map and decided to go to St.Kilda. Maybe it was because of conservation park sign, maybe because that name was familiar to us (somebody told about adventure playground based here, also we heard about Melbourne’s St.Kilda). First thing we saw when we got out of a car was birds. Lots of them.

We had a short walk along the seaside, weather was cold and windy. We decided to come here next day.

Not far away from St.Kilda you can go fishing and catch some sharks. Though, it would be fishing in a pretty industrial area.

In the penninsula on the other side we saw lots of factories in an empty field.

So, one sunny weekend, we came back. As we prommised. To St.Kilda.

Birds were posing while Laurius was locking the car. Singing honeyeater.

Few different ones. Grey Shrike-thrush (left), Grey Fantail (right).

Find a little wren in it’s natural environment!

A mangrove trail. Left: a bird watching point. Right – a trail on a sea wall. This wall was built to make farmlands from sea flooded fields.

Strange plants growing here.

You can see changing flora while walking towards sea.

It was a time for flood – water was moving like a river.

It happens two times a day.

Part of the trail was closed, because waves made some damage. What wawes in the forest?

But dolphins in the forest sound more unbelievable.

On the left – open sea. Well, not open, it is actually a gulf.

It was an experience to see the sea not wawing back and forwards, but moving like a river – going one direction.

Bird’s rump

Birds are always posing…

… till you take your camera.

Then they show you their tails.

Like they agreed about that with each other!

Or they fly away.

They are created to show their tails.

Or they just hide behind branches.

C’mon!

It’s terrible!

Un koala, dos koalas, tres koalas …

On a sunny Sunday we went to Belair National Park. This is the oldest park in South Australia.

We chose the longest trail. Angry miners everywhere are the same.

There were only few people in that trail. Not busy at all. We passed an Echo tunel, not spacious one.

Grey fantail.

Somewhere trail was pretty steep and stony. On the top of the hill we found a very small waterfall. Or shoul it be called waterdrop?

The result of rainy winter – green grass.

Ok ok. This is the best thing we found in Belair. It looks like someone came and put them in the trees in some artistic way.

The first koala didn’t give a shit about us.

The second one looked very tired after yesterday.

Koala number three. Too busy.

The fourth looked at us for a second and took a nap again.

What are you looking at?

The fifth one. I wonder, what were they doing yesterday.

Fresh wind was touching her hair… Well, her ears. The sixth Koala, we met on our way.

The last one. Nothing new.
That’s why we say: Lazy like Koala.