Morning at Point Cook park

“What about going to Point Cook Park in the morning” said the ebullient email.

Quick check of diary, (euphemism in there somewhere).   And it was set.

The weather was a bit average, and we didn’t get around to see the American Plover that has been reported, but we did have a nice sit on the beach, and watch the gulls at play.   Few bush birds to be seen, and to enliven the moment a curious Crested Pigeon powered in to sit on a branch only metres from where I was standing.

While we were sitting on the beach, enjoying the view, the conversation and the Orange Pekeo, I scanned the horizon in the binoculars hoping to see a sea bird or two.

Ohh ahhh me hearties, says I, “A sail on the horizon, Mr Hornblower”, I cried. And lo, we looked and indeed it was a sail, several infact, and all seemingly attached to the shimmering hull of the ship on the horizon.   “Pirates?”  The heat haze gave the moment a most otherworldly dream feel.

Seems the be sails attached to hull were likely to be the “Enterprise”, a local boat given to cruises, training and school excursions and the like.  Certainly made for an interesting sight from the usual birds.

 

Pied Cormorant, some what bemused by the antics of its neighbours on the pier.
Pied Cormorant, some what bemused by the antics of its neighbours on the pier.
Inbound.  The AF on the camera nailed the LIttle Pied Cormorant that gave a lovely wing spread as it gained control of its landing.
Inbound. The AF on the camera nailed the LIttle Pied Cormorant that gave a lovely wing spread as it gained control of its landing.
One foot or two?  Pacific Gulls deciding on the best way to nap.
One foot or two? Pacific Gulls deciding on the best way to nap.
"Gotcha", a female Superb Fairy Wren comes out to check what is happening.
“Gotcha”, a female Superb Fairy Wren comes out to check what is happening.
Sails on the horizon, Mr Hornblower.  The heat haze transforms the moment into a impressionistic interpretation.  Think the white blob might be the ferry to Tasmania.
Sails on the horizon, Mr Hornblower. The heat haze transforms the moment into a impressionistic interpretation.
Think the white blob might be the ferry to Tasmania.
Hello Crestie,   it dropped by to check things out, and has that typical 'amazed' look.  But the wing patterns showed well.
Hello Crestie, it dropped by to check things out, and has that typical ‘amazed’ look. But the wing patterns showed well.
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