Monday, January 15, 2018

Funday Morning

I could feel the intense heat of the sun burning my knees as we sat watching a pair of Fairy Tern tend their only chick. They had hidden it near a pingao plant below a small sand dune out of the strengthening North Easterly that was preventing us using the sun umbrella.

The male bird would hunt for fish then return and pass the fish to his mate who would then feed the five day old chick.

I was back with my Monday friend catching up on news and it was great to be back.

Later we shared a meal and a glass or two of wine on the deck of her cottage next to the stream while a swamp harrier patrolled the dunes nearby. Then I spotted the elusive resident banded rail furtively walking along muddy edge of the stream as it was still low tide.