Ambutchera Lookout and Purni Bore May 22 2017
 
 
We left Dalhousie Springs after two nights.

A bit of dust from Peter and Margaret.

We'll let it settle.

We have plenty of time.

Headed to Ambutchera Lookout.

About 20km.

 
The road used to continue past the lookout.

But no longer.

Spring Creek, to the north of the lookout, is fed from .... Dalhousie Springs.

Of course.

The delta looks like it could become a bit boggy.

 
Ambutchera Creek is to the south east of the lookout.

We think there has been recent rains. Still some pools of water in the creek bed.

Some very nervous herons.

 
A rim of reddish algae.

But no flamingoes.

 
Looking vaguely east from the lookout, across Ambutchera Creek.

Our track lies a bit to the left of the hills.

 
Then more to the south.

The far side of Spring Creek Delta is the line of bushes.

 
Just one night.

We back tracked towards Dalhousie.

6km short we turned right on the road to the desert.

 
Deserts have sand.
 
Nothing too serious.

The dunes are lower, and closer together, at the western side of the desert.

They are steeper on the eastern side than the western.

A result of the two  prevailing winds.

 
Purni Bore.

Someone buried their rubbish.

Dingoes (probably) dug it up and chewed on it a bit.

 
The bore was drilled in 1963.

Since capped and its flow regulated.

The little pipe closest to the camera seemed to be for the hot shower.

The shower wasn't hot.

But was nevertheless refreshing.

  
Prior to capping the flow would have been along this channel.

The mineralised hot water would have formed the tufa sides as it cooled.

 
Zebra Finches enjoying a drink and a bath.

We wouldn't consider it potable.

 
The pipe from the bore ends about here.

We can see the flow. About centre of the picture.

Classic shape of walls formed as minerals crystallise out.

 
The finches retire to surrounding trees.
 
The lake formed by the bore is shallow, and wide.

Traces of wading birds in the soft muddy bottom.

 
We are not sure how much wildlife to really expect.

This is a murder of crows.

I mention it only because its such an odd label.

Perhaps its that people would like to murder so many crows.

 
More interesting, and colourful, for us, are Brolgas.

Not tame, but only a little nervous.

 
They paraded past our trucks.
 
But later returned.

For a drink.

And to put on a show.

I nearly lost my crocs taking this photo.

My feet sank into the mud around the lake.

I retreated without crocs then had to peel them out of the mud accompanied by a sort of slurping sound.

Washed me and the crocs in the shower.

We spent a night at the bore.

 
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