My trip to Australia was an abject failure.
At least, it was a failure with respect to birds. In all other aspects, it was a delight and I had a great time. And even the failure to see the birds, except for the kookaburra and a tern, was the result of my own inertia. I just didn’t go looking. Well it was time to fill the void yesterday so I went out to the Miramar Peninsula. For a while I thought I would be disappointed. However, at Point Gordon, a cluster of rocks between Mahanga Bay and Scorching Bay, there was a small flock of white-fronted terns.
Though there were many possible rocks to choose from, most were rejected and the flock settled on one apparently undistinguished cluster just offshore. It was crowded, and there were frequent comings and goings. I find it difficult to be ready for a departure. They just seem to leap into the air from a sleeping state. Even the arrivals seem to teleport into the vicinity pf the rock from another dimension, so in-flight tern shots involve a great deal of luck and a lot of exposures that miss.
Some birds unable to find a place on the chosen rock, settle on neighbouring outcrops and I was amused at the indignation of the second bird in this image as a wave washed over their perilous refuge.
It was a warm day with a moderate Northerly breeze, and a pleasant day to cross the Strait. In the background the heavy rumble of her four big diesel engines alerted me to the passage of the Stena Alegra inbound from Picton.
In the afternoon, Maggie and Cooper were coming to our house after school until their parents could pick them up, so I walked up the road to meet them. As I said, it was a warm day and the Cicadas were on full song.
And that’s all I have today.