City of Swans
Yesterday the kids, Mr Incredible, Lachy the jackaroo and I took a drive.
We were checking the fire situation in our most southern paddocks… a section of our trip which I shall blog seperately in a little flurry of posts I have planned for today. (It’s Sunday right – perfect for sipping coffee and reading bush blogs?)
But because it is my friend Kate’s birthday (many of you already know her as Chronicles of a Country Girl) and because I have already teased some of you at my facebook page with this section of images….first up, I bring you our river birds…
As the others trekked to check Dash’s yabby traps, I drove VERY slowly over the rise and down towards the section of the river where I KNOW hundreds of black swans make their home.
I admit that I struggled to truly show the incredible numbers of this colony/flock/family/city of swans… and my trusty little 28-200mm was simply not up to the task of getting close enough to show the beauty of each bird. But it is still worth sharing the sight that greeted me at the bottom of this dirt road…
I had to be berry, berry quiet and slow (idling along in the Cruiser at walking pace) to try and not set them all into fright and flight.
And because there are so many images, I shall take pity on your scrolling finger and let the slideshow do the talking…
Of course, my husband (in typical male fashion) took SOME of the magic from the moment when he commented:
‘Yes, but IMAGINE how much bird poo is at the bottom of the river THERE!’