Birthday celebrations are all done, and they went very well.
That left me free to explore the wonders of the Queenstown area. Lake Hayes is a favourite of mine, not only because it is immediately accessible but also because, on the crisp clear mornings, when the lake is still and golden, the bird life appears. At first it was just more Australian Coots.
Across the lake, a women’s rowing eight were training under the watchful eye of their coach in the power boat. Though they looked great I though they would be incompatible with good bird opportunities, so I went to the other end of the lake.
O wonder of wonders, the crested grebes were there.
It soon became apparent that there were courtship battles going on. I was unable to interpret who the various players were or whether the battles were between males competing for the female, or amorous males being beaten off by a reluctant female. Either way, there was a lot of splashing and short bursts of flight.
In the right weather this is a magical area.