April 30, 2025 – Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER doesn't mean I'm LOST

On a free day, with some good sunshine, a place I like to check out is on the end of a little point on Port Phillip Bay.
Because of the formation of the area with a long tongue of basalt from ages past volcanic eruptions, there is a mudflat that extends out several hundred metres. On low tide the flats are well exposed and some of the rock edges allow the birds to rest out of the water.

A small colony of Greater Crested Terns are regulars, but recently over summer they have been away on nesting duties, as there is no suitable area nearby.

So it was good to walk out on the damp sand and sit on the rocks with the Terns and watch them preen and hunt and interact with their noisy, always crying young.

With so many gulls around any catch that was made was hotly pursued by the gulls. And at one point a frustrated Tern decided to attack the annoying gull.

And all too soon the tide began to flow in, and it was time to slosh back to the dry sand.

Enjoy