Left the Stirlings several days ago, and, since the weather finally cleared, decided to work on the sunburn, and chase down some rare birds, so off to Cheynes Beach for a night. Success on both counts, the sunburn at a nearly deserted two-mile crescent of azure water, the birds at a roadside stakeout for the noisy scrub bird, an elusive denizen of the coastal heathlands, that sings vigorously, but won't come out of the scrub, except at Cheynes, where one or two are known to cross a particular road at particular places at particular times, namely near sunrise and near sunset. We were rewarded with two one-second glimpses. Better than nothing.
Working our way back to Perth, through Albany, a former whaling town, but not that much former. Whalers from Albany took 1200 whales a year as late as 1975. Now there is a whalewatching ecotourism industry instead. Albany is also a port for transshipment of wood chips to Japan, and grain grown in the Wheat Belt.
Melbourne next,
DnA
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David / Ann,
ReplyDeleteReading about adventures is kind of like listening to a baseball game on the radio rather than watching on TV. It has its own pleasures. Thanks for the notes.
It's so cool to have these verbal snapshots delivered through cyberspace! As late as 1982, we communicated from the hinterlands of Nepal by actual human runner - we got mail every 3 months, whether we needed it or not! HAPPY TURKEY DAY, ANN & DAVID! Can't wait to hear about your dinner.
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