This walk was a week ago now, last Thursday – oops, I’ve owned up I’m late with this walk post – we ended up covering new ground and the best part of eight kilometres.
Off over the footbridge and at some stage turned left and then right into Argyle Street, where a magpie kindly landed in a tree near the merino sheep’s paddock, posing briefly.
Of course, on any walk, I don’t know how many photos I’ll end up with. This post has a lot, and I’m sorry, but we’re stuck with the blue background.
Continuing on, past the concrete kangaroo fence, up over the hill where I check wattle trees for bees. Just a few could be seen.
On the other side of the road is the coloured sheep paddock where there are two new lambs. The owner must’ve put the ram with the ewes that weren’t yet pregnant for there to be such a disparity in sizes.
In the photo above, two of the sheep at the back look very bulgy in the tummy.
The broader scene …
We continued on until we got to Spring Flat Road, and turned towards the vineyard. I crossed the road trying to get some pictures of currawongs, but they weren’t worth sharing. Now, from here, we normally turn into Jackson’s Lane, running along the front of this vineyard, but we decided to try finding a way home through the nature reserve behind it. Not where those trees are though, quite a bit further along Spring Flat Road before we find the reserve.
On the way past the vineyard, I spot this abandoned creek crossing to one side of the road.
We found access to the Spring Plains Nature Conservation Reserve. This is the same reserve that runs behind our place, but this part has much more evidence of the gold-mining activity that began back in the 1850s gold rush. We stick to the gravel tracks.
I see kangaroo tracks in the wet sandy dirt where the road takes a dip. Their toenails dig deep.
I get brief glimpses of far away birds.
… including a Restless Flycatcher…
… and Currawongs or maybe Choughs.
A fan-tailed flycatcher, cousin to the Willy Wagtail, partly shaded.
I don’t follow it for a better picture because there’s a Golden Whistler in a tree over the track.
And I fluke it with a grub it’s just snatched from leaf or branch.
Moving on, we see a sign, and know we are nearing Dairy Flat Road, at last.
But, before we go far, a small mob of kangaroos cross the road in front of us, one or two at a time.
We reach Dairy Flat Road, intending to cut through more of the reserve to Joe Road, and home. Before we cross the road, though, we spot a big roo. We wait while it bounded past. It was alone.
It’s a bit tricky crossing through here – besides the ground litter, and old mine shafts this small bit is laced with deep, but empty, water courses. We get across to Joe Road, eventually. The walk from there is the usual things: birds, bunnies, elusive coloured sheep. The cows mark the end of our walk – nigh on eight kms.
Thanks for walking with us.