Tales to be told, but in the end a day at the Treatment plant on a sunny day is always a trip into a ‘magical place’.

We went early to look for Sea-eagles. Truth be told, we didn’t see one but here is a small selection of the lives of a few of the inhabitants for the day.

This little dude is always on the post near the Little River outflow.

Whistling Kite on Approach.

Safe and securely landed.

Time to fold up the big wings

That early morning sunshine gives a richness to the wing markings

I’m always impressed to see how they can turn and keep the head horizontal. Great presence.

My Mate Rodger does the best Swallow inflight. Me, its all a learning experience

The ultimate in takeaway.
This Whistling Kite has secured the internal organs from a Black Swan carcass (probably a fox kill)