I’m back from my trip to the East Kimberley region and jumping straight into the middle part of the journey.
It was predictably hot when we arrived but not humid, at least not late mid morning. That was to come later the next day. We rubber necked our way to the cabin on a walkway over a heat shrunken billabong. The cabin was cool. I kicked off my sandals and walked in bare feet to the tiled bathroom and promptly put my sandals back on! The tiles were hot! The toilet seat, on the other hand, deliciously warm! And, best of all we were too early in the wet season, so there were no frogs in the toilet!
The cabins were fantastic. Clean and high among the tree canopy. It was reasonably secure and no geckos indoors! The place is so isolated. The managers told us they never lock anything here so I threw caution to the winds and slept with the door unlocked.I woke early, too early, and headed to the walkway. The billabong was alive with birds and wildlife.In this harsh landscape the green in trees was vivid.As was the jewel like emerald green in the tree ants.I’m not sure what this bird was. Researching it online it seems similar to the Asian Koel. But in the Kimberley? I’m not sure. It was black and navy blue with ruby eyes.How’s this for perfect mirror image!In this harsh landscape I found the most delicate jasmine like flowers on vines that entwined over the walkway.Below me, a lone wallaby. I watched it nervously, hoping the resident saltwater crocodile was having a snooze.I learnt later, this species is called ‘Pretty Face’ wallaby. It has delicate shading and a white stripe across the jawline.This bird was magnificent! Some kind of pheasant I think.The double barred finches swarmed water side.As did the gouldian finches. Their colours were less vivid than the ones I’ve seen before.Some had banana yellow beaks.At first I thought the tree was shedding leaves!
For me, there is no place like the Kimberley. It is so different to any other place in Western Australia. I needed to be here, even though, it was for just a short time.
From my walkway vantage point, I couldn’t help thinking, who says one can’t smile at a crocodile! I know I did!
Until next time
a dawn bird