I woke at first light, at 4:40 am and headed to Woody Lake this morning in Esperance. It was my goodbye visit, at least, for this year. The smaller birds were out and about. A lone pelican claimed the lake. I claimed the rest of the reserve shared with birds. The tiny silvereye was young and bold, sitting exposed and facing the sun.The Willy Wagtail chick was shiny as a new penny …looking intently into the distance with wisdom in beady eyes.The young crested pigeon was gorgeous with ruffled feathers.What delighted me the most was the juvenile grey fantail.This little one had the sweetest call, an overture that filled the canopy it sat underneath.Then a moment of quiet, except for my heartbeat.The young wattle bird found a perch here and there on banksia cones. The distinctive metallic call silenced, or perhaps not yet developed.This is the first time I’ve seen a Western spinebill and try as I may, I could not get a better pic but I know I’ll be back next year for it.
I was busy this trip being my last for a couple of months. Plenty of things that needed tidying up. I returned to my hotel each evening, too tired to go out, even for a massage. I saved my energy for this morning. The sights and sounds were a revelation. I saw new life everywhere. It was exactly what I needed. This is the lure of bush walking. The message is always a simple one for me. Be prepared to connect.
Until next time
a dawn bird
I had never thought to look for wild orchids in Helms Arboretum, Esperance. I usually park here for a few minutes when I visit the town to enjoy the parrots in the tall gum trees and to catch a few minutes alone. But having read a blog recommended by Tracy (Reflections of an Untidy Mind), I walked around instead of staying in my car.
Wild orchids love debris of leaves and fallen logs. So do snakes. Dugites look like fallen twigs. They are deadly and agile. Spring time is their time. Maybe that explains why I have never walked around here before. But I was prepared this time for bush walking and dressed in my best protective gear. I stepped off the plane to here.
To the novice, this is just rubble. Not me. My heart raced as I walked around. I anticipated seeing some wild orchids, just as the blog had published.Soon I found the first orchids. Tiny bulbs. I had never seen orchid bulbs before.The donkey orchids bloomed, stained like tortoise shells, in their hundreds.Among the grass there were spider orchids.Oh! so graceful in bud!When blooming, they danced around, ta da ing their way across grass and rubble.Their heart, exquisite.Some bloomed in trios, each more graceful than their neighbour, in still posture.I headed over to the Lookout where there is a steep gradient over granite rock to bush land below. I’ve found white sugar orchids here before, so I went looking. I wasn’t disappointed!There were some that were stronger in colour. Each detail so perfect in dusk light.Others, tinted white.And others, deep in the bush, barely pink.
I have no other words to describe these orchids, other than ballerinas, because they dance so gracefully, in the breeze.
They lit up my heart, eyes and mind.
Until next time
a dawn bird
PS Thank you Tracy!
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