as observated by moi this afternoon. Spouse was doing the ‘over the teacups’ bit with a friend, which made husbands redundant so I slung my hook (and camera bag) and toddled out into the world, come what may …
First target of opportunity when I got to Winton was this bird, nesting on a fence—
—I was unsure whether it was a shearwater or a scissorbill, but he looked happy enough now that the chicks had flown.
Further along was a house that so matched the sky above I was smitten. The colour shot did it no justice so I tried shooting with blue as the only colour in a temporarily B & W world and scored this—
—which hopefully makes my point (and they say we dogs are colour blind) (sheesh).
On to the end of the road where for weeks the council guys have been updating the stormwater systems; crossed the road and was reminded that the day after tomorrow is ANZAC Day—
—and in this small sheddie thing where every December the guy has his Christmas Crib scene (Joseph, Mary, couple of shepherds and a wee infant in a cradle)(no more donkey, sadly, but that’s progress for you) I noticed his tribute to the WW1 ANZACs. Tomorrow is ANZAC Day (and I’m sure their cannon being fired at the Dawn Parade* every year is responsible for the summer surge in births in Winton).
Moving along I couldn’t help but notice the avian demography at the Winton oxidation ponds (water treatment plant) has changed—
—normally it’s standing room only for seagulls, the wall-to-wall ducks is different. Then it clicked: the first of May is Duck Day!
Duck Day Dawn here is like listening to a replay of the opening of the Battle of the Somme, or (lacking only engine noises) Kursk. Open Season on ducks lasts for a full couple of months but the heroes only get dolled up in full camo gear (complete with face-paint, mottled suits and netted ‘hides’) for the first morning. The decay in attendance afterwards is a perfect exponential until a week later there’s only an occasional distant pop as some late arrival gets potted.
So of course the pond is temporarily crowded with ducks and the resident gulls get hardly a look-in—
—them ducks may be bird-brains but they sure ain’t stupid …
* Too early to get up, too late to go back to sleep …