I’ve just returned from Bunbury. If there is no traffic, the drive there is a steady two hours on a straight freeway that becomes a major highway to the South West. Monotonous if one perceives that to be. Not me. I know what awaits me there. I got to Bunbury just moments before the sun slipped into the Indian Ocean. A moment of pause for me and others too it would seem.This morning I was up early and headed to Big Swamp where the bottlebrush is blooming.Among the reedy grass I caught a glimpse of a swamp hen chick, not yet purple, blue and red.The Welcome Swallow chick was a delightful ball of fluffy feathers. It is so new, it didn’t know fear of me.There were chicks every where making a silent call for food.A young New Holland honeyeater obliged with a moment of stillness.Then came the Splendid Blue Fairy Wren, in his gorgeous feathers of blue.After a frantic game of chase, he rested with his mate.On the other side of the boardwalk, the big cormorant ignored my presence. I’ve not seen this type of cormorant here before. It sat on the branch for the whole of two hours I was there. Probably still there!
I spend a couple of hours here each time I visit Bunbury. Even the regular walkers now know me by face and update me on what’s new in the wetlands.
As the late Duchess of Windsor purportedly said, home is where the heart is, so this morning, home was here.
Until next time
a dawn bird