A bit rough.

Approach with care.

A sudden reminder about road trains.

We missed the pic of the small sign next to 12 mile creek saying something about "contaminated water".

Redbank Mine is seemingly closed. But left a legacy of pollution and regulatory inaction. Copper.

Perhaps a last reminder for the trip of karst formations. More like a small village than a lost city.

There is something odd about the sky.

Half full of floating cotton wool thingoes that we haven't seen anything of for a long while.

This camp is just a little north than previous. Complete with internet and our own island.

Bath time.

We are slowly, almost imperceptably, working out which birds fly out over the water, touching the water, to catch insects, which birds seek insects within the bark, which birds fly out to catch insects and return to the same perch, which birds seek nectar, etc.

Some are in flocks, some in pairs, some alone.

Some look young, yet to find their adult plumage. Others mature.

Sometimes we can distinguish wing shape. Some birds we thought were honeyeaters have wings shaped like bee-eaters and catch flies.

We haven't begun to think of male and female.

Two different bird species having a chat?

It seems every bird we look at is a different species. With different behaviour.

A bit like the Gouldian Finches, a chance encounter when least expected.

A lone purple-crowned fairy wren.

Watched it for about 15 minutes before the ache of standing still took over and I disturbed him.

He didn't return, and there have been no other wrens.

Been a bit lacking in wrens this trip. Perhaps we didn't look hard enough.

They enter the water to eat the reeds.

We decide to stay another day.

A flycatcher of some sort judging by its behaviour.

There is seemingly no end to the birds we see here.

I'm just sat next to the truck. Facing east!