A Day for the Birds part 2

After Whiteman Park and part of the morning at the WA Birds of Prey Center, we went to Lake Monger for a second time, this time with the intention of walking completely around the lake.

There were more birds waiting for their photos to be taken.

Like the elegant black swan.

I couldn’t resist a close up with the beads of water on it.

John captures me taking a photo of a darter drying its wings and lovely Perth in the background.

I caught it just it time, it was about to take off.

A swamphen that looked amazing in the sunlight.

Two Corellas being lovey dovey in the tree.

An egret is always exciting to find, this one was a bit far away, so I was pushing it for my camera.

Another one was found in the woods.

After a walk around Lake Monger, we went to Hyde Park. We had tried to go there a few days before that, but there was a festival going on and hardly any parking or access. Today was still busy, but it was a lovely stroll.

Ibis seemed to make the most of the birds we found at the park that day…

…and Moreton Bay Fig trees were impressive. I couldn’t help but think of Silas trying to play and climb these beauties.

After Hyde Park, we went over towards the Ocean in hopes of catching a sunset, but we had time to stop in Bold Park.

Banksias in the sunlight.

The Botanic Gardens and Parks Authority, which manages Bold Park, initiated the Reabold Hill Enhancement Project in 2002 to provide improved visitor facilities, public safety and access for all to the lookout. The elevated boardwalk, which is wheelchair accessible, immerses visitors in a bushland experience as they journey to the summit. Stretching over 200 metres, the boardwalk incorporates interpretive signs, seating, artwork inspired by life in a Tuart tree and 14 timber landings to take in the views. Restoration planting using local, indigenous plants enhances the existing flora which features banksias, wattles, quandongs and other limestone loving plants such as the Cockies Tongue.

A White-cheeked Honeyeater sang for us then quickly flew off.

I couldn’t resist a photo of a Crow, not a favorite of Laura’s, atop a banksia.

A crow, their sounds are annoying to some, I love them. John says he never really hears them anymore.

And that was our day for the birds. We were then off to Scarborough Beach. (Next blog)