The sun just lighting up the hills as we head south on the Wickham Track.

59km to Fish Hole Yard, on the banks of the Wickham River.

We like the colours.

But this one is natural.

I think!

We continually wonder "is this it?".

But not this time.

The dingo seemed more surprised than us. Took a quick look over its shoulder and ran off up the track.

Young we think. The rains have been kind this year.

About 20km from Top Humbert so far today.

We hardly noticed it! Though the views improved with height.

We look across the plain.

There's nothing obvious on the map south west from us.

We are roughly at the top of the steep hill down off the jump up.

Jump up is a strange term to us. We know what one looks like, but are never too sure if what we think is a jump up really is one.

I really only mention it because its part of the parks track description.

"moderately difficult" is a relative term. I guess it can serve to dissuade.

There's mustering in progress, though Saturday must be a day off, and road trains for cattle. There's been a grader at work.

There are no fences for this part of the park, mustering seems to include the park. Its also full of donkeys.

A couple in a slide on are camped at the river. We also find a spot beside the river, in the shade. Report of many birds.

The river has been described as 1m deep and flowing steadily. It looks to us like a slow flow, not enough to worry us. There is one deep spot, the rest shallow.

And a plethora of fly catchers - well, at least three varieties.

Somewhere between 800 mm and 1m methinks.

There's apparently been quite a bit of traffic associated with the mustering.

Saturday and Sunday may be days off - though perhaps not, days of the week seem to have no meaning, even if we know which one today is.

It turns out sufficient to almost replenish battery. There are enough gaps in the trees as the sun traverses the river.

We deploy the portable panels to help. A continuous process of dodging shadows.

Our fellow campers are the second party we've met with stories of bush walking in the Kimberley to spark our interest.

Its not that we haven't seen any birds. Indeed, the time of afternoon when they all come out to play is more pronounced than anywhere else we've been. It seems a switch is turned and birds appear, turned again and they fade away. Not all, just most.

Its also not that we haven't pictured them. Though they have generally been quicker, with more dense foliage to hide in, than we have become used to, we've managed a few pics.

Just that they are birds which we've seen elsewhere previously. There is probably something tedious about "here's a pic of an olive oriole", or a "satin flycatcher", or whatever. A bit repetitive in a blog, but maintaining our interest for many happy hours.

I didn't manage a pic of a brown honeyeater flying down to the surface of the water, splashing a bit and perhaps picking something up, then flying back to the depths of a tree. But fascinating to watch as they aren't noted for being waterproof.

So settle for a pic of a truck.

A bit of maintenance. The pump we use to pump from buckets into tanks has become slow. In dismantling to clean I dropped an o-ring on the ground. Persevered for 15 minutes and found it. Pump working ok.