It’s been awhile since we’ve been into the greybox at Woodlands Historic Park.
As we had a need to travel out to the northern subs today, we hummed and hahhed about making the extra effort to swing by Woodlands. Mostly the conversation was about the weather.
Neither of us being partial to walking about in the rain, or being blown backwards by strong wings, nor suffering from the interminable porridge skies we’ve been experiencing the past week or so.
So says she, “Why don’t we put the cameras in, and take a late lunch at Greenvale Shopping Square and if when we come out, the weather is reasonable—at term to be defined by looking at the sky and the action of the wind in the trees—and decide then.?”
We lunched on Reggina’s Finest Moroccan Chicken Focaccia. (yeah I know a few mixed metaphors in there,but I don’t write the menu), and suitably supplied with their finest coffee, we ventured out to the carpark and looked.
Yes. It was I declare Reasonable.
As we walked along the track to the Backpaddock, ostensibly to look for Flame Robins, we came across what I later suspect was a mobile winter flock of a few Flame Robin females, Spotted Pardalote, Scarlet Robins, thornbills and at least Brown-headed Honeyeater, Willie Wagtails, Grey Fantails, and a Grey Shrike-thrush, although it may have been going its own way.
They were gone. Just like that.
Spotted Pardalote, I think it’s a young male moulting in his white head spots
Brown-headed Honeyeater. Always a favourite
And up near the Backpaddock one of a pair of Tawny Frogmouth. This one seemed more intent on soaking up the few minutes of warm sunshine that worrying about our presence.