Arrived in the dark after a dash up the Birdsville Track from Lake Eyre South. Birds were on our mind. At dawn, a short drive to the northern end of the dune revealed a wonderland of water birds. The water was flooded to the horizon, and supported an enormous population of birds. Ducks by the hundreds of thousands, heron, tern, pelican, cormorant, dotterel, geese, gulls, etc. Great black swirling clouds of waterfowl disappearing as the flock turns into the light, then rolling and unfolding into view.
Noises, like a great, murmuring crowd, bursting into cacophony and wing, as a shadow passes by. Birds of prey, fat sleek and lazy, occasionally working the nesting sites. Squadrons of pelicans beating their wings slowly, defying gravity. We, the humans, sit on a red rippled sand dune and wonder at the abundance of a sometimes dry and empty place.
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As a practicing artist I have travelled far and wide across Australia, walked on country, camped on country and rolled out my swag. I thank the custodians and I acknowledge the traditional owners of country throughout Australia and their continuing connection to land, culture and community. I pay my respect to Elders past and present.