|Where I am right now.|
|The back side of the hotel ruins|
|So much nothing|
|This was the theatre.|
|This is actually the W. Quail-thrush ridge from yesterday's blog, but it fits in here as well.|
|A water tank on a station|
|The Warne River with some water in it! There were even ducks.|
|A Sand Goanna looking us over.|
|Chiming Wedgebill, he chimed for us but was reluctant to pose.|
On our drive over to the coast yesterday, we made several stops looking for the Grey Honeyeater, but no joy of that little bird. We will keep looking. Maybe Tom Price in a few days (how could we fail at Mt. Bruce?). We will see. I know it is a hard bird. As for now, I reckon we are here for another night. There is a Yellow-throated Miner trying to decide if it should land on my table and a tiny Brown Honeyeater going about its business no more than a meter from my face. Sweet! I am so grateful.
Birds. Peace. Love.