Had the pleasure of the company of Edaurdo and Maria from Chile, on a day at the Western Treatment Plant. Of course on their list was Brolga. And despite some good sightings the past few weeks, of course, we failed to find any at all during the day.
On the way out as the sun was slowly sinking in the west, as it apparently does regularly, we spotted a pair on a paddock that has been ploughed over by the Farm team. With a light breeze to pickup the dust, and a softly setting sunlight, the stage was well prepared for a touch of the prancing and dancing that these awesome birds are capable of.
Hard not to take lots of frames, and here is a short selection, I’ve also made a slide show gallery that animates it a little.
Great way to end a day.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER - --doesn't mean I'm LOST 
What a thrill it must have been to witness this David. There were some awesome high kicks along the way. I wonder what it all means? Love how it ended with a kiss 🙂
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Hi Christine, and then they just walked away. Like they were going shopping.
I think I’ll never understand, but am just as equally fascinated.
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Remarkable series David…every one seems like the star of the show!
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Hi Amanda, each time we go out, we are always anticipating that one time we’ll see them perform. I’m so delighted with the little dust in the air that makes it just that bit more dramatic
Glad you enjoyed them.
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Great series, David! I’ll definitely have to get down there one day…..
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Great series, David! I’ll definitely have to get down there one day – even if I have to ride my bike……..
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Thanks Brian, glad you enjoyed it. Its a long way to ride. 🙂
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