Kengūrija – Page 28 – Nuotykiai aukštyn kojom

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 2

So, while the part of the trail was closed, we had to go back.

Water was still rising.

Laurius is showing the height where some seaweed are hanging. Is it the height of the highest tide?

A cormorant enjoying a sunny afternoon. One of a few birds we met in that trail.

Seems like all birds gather in the car park for lunch.

Honeyeater found some sugar.

Crow sitting proud.

Because she has her own tree.

Every Sunday a vintage tram goes via these empty fields.

We thought that we are lucky to find nice places anywhere, so we tried to visit another place nearby – Port Gawler. Actually, gravel road ended with a small parking surrounded with water where local people gathered for fishing. Their bored children were poking something in the water.

So, we tried again – another place – Middle beach. All you expect about a place called beach is some sand, dunes, sea… There was only dirty looking lake where some lazy birds sat just on the shore and two ladies were taking a horse for a bath.

The main and the only street (well, sandy road) looked pretty empty with little houses.
There was a sign leading to a general store, which actually was an empty building (I have no idea, does it work only in summer or was it closed many yeas ago).

Willie Wagtail is really fast hyperactive bird. Those photos are made one after each in short time. Look, how Willie comes in to the picture, then flies away and finally comes back while oystercatcher is… pooping.

Romantic gourmets.

“Street”.

Local one. (Buff-banded Rail)

A plastic owl is looking to the West.

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.

Little birds

It’s still winter in Australia, but birds have their own opinion.

Some sit in their nests hatching eggs. You can see theirs bills only.

Others have to feed their chicks who are always hungry.

Mammy, more!

Some “teenage” birds are already brave enough to look around.

Older ones can go quite far from their nest.

And some are tough enough to check, what’s going on on their bench.

What are you doing here?

But not all are so brave.

There are few who are not so lucky. This little lorikeet probbaly fell out of it’s nest and could not flight.

What a sadness?

But nature predicted this sort of mistake – you can’t flight, so climb.

On the way up you might face some difficulties. Some unfriendly rosella comes to check, what is going on. But that’s why you have parents, who can protect you.