Monday, March 6, 2023
Boggy Bridge, Winton Wetlands Visit 3
Sunday, February 19, 2023
Boggy Bridge Road, Winton Wetlands Visits 1 & 2
On the road to the Nesting Ground campsite, from the north was a narrow but very well constructed road structure through an area of wetland. There was a really small pull in towards the middle and there I spent the best part of several days. As you drive through this part, there are hundreds of birds (herons, cormorants, spoonbills, cockatoo), which immediately take off. So, using the van as a hide, I sat pointing out at the side where the sun would shine the most. Unfortunately, all the herons etc, were over the road on the other side.
Not to worry, I sat and watched. It could have been frustrating at the wetlands as I was just not getting any photos because the birds were so flighty. But I was happy to sit and just watch.
My first day sitting here, only yielded a flash of a Buff-banded Rail and lots of fly-bys. But I had arrived mid-morning so I wasn't surprised.
The next day, I got there from the campsite at 7am. As I pulled the van in, I flushed a Buff-banded Rail and Latham's Snipe so I was immediately more hopeful. As I was setting up my solar panel at the back of the van, I turned around and saw an Australian Spotted Crake.
Not even time for a cup of tea, I crept out onto the firmer ground and waited. The crake was totally unconcerned by me and ran around, practically at my feet. I was amazed.
Ashmeads Swamp, Winton Wetland
I spent a night at the other campground in Winton Wetlands, Crescent Camp. It bordered several swamps and in the morning I moved the van, very carefully, down a track (backwards) onto the Ashmead Swamp. It was full of herons that immediately took off on my arrival. I thought that once I was settled, they would return. They didn't. For 6 hours.
Not to worry, it was very pleasant sitting in the back of the van, drinking tea and just watching. It was hot but there was a nice breeze. The fairywren and honeyeaters started to come down to drink. I watched as a young Superb Fairywren danced around on the ground in front of me. It was so lovely.
But then, I saw the flash of a Sacred Kingfisher fly past with a brown lump in its mouth and the fairywren was gone. It was a bit brutal.