Some weeks just fly by and here I am realising it is the weekend and time to write and get away from painting woodwork and other projects we have running around our home! So, I am digging into the past! Our garden has been active with birds as always and we have had the company of the noisy raucous Grey-crowned Babblers, three Black-chinned Honeyeaters that have become regular visitors as they patiently wait for one of the native trees to open its flowers, Double-barred Finches, Brown Honeyeaters and Great Bowerbirds to name a few. The projects are running along nicely and the birds are quite happy to watch us work and we continue to provide them with much needed water in this hot tropical weather.
So, I go back to our time in the Northern Territory last year when I was regularly visiting Knuckey Lagoons Conservation Reserve as the water levels dropped each day and the bird-life was incredible. I had just cycled there and got comfortable on the grass when an Intermediate Egret appeared interested in my bicycle and wandered towards it as you can see in the header photograph. It wandered closer to my bicycle to have a closer look…not very interesting if you can’t eat it!
Intermediate Egret inspecting my bicycle!
Another Intermediate Egret approached and then the feathers were all ruffled up and it stood its ground.
Ruffled feathers on Intermediate Egret
The Intermediate Egret then decided to walk around me and get what food there was in the damper grass in front of me!
Intermediate Egret in search of food
Frogs were readily available and it was soon enjoying them close to me.
Intermediate Egret enjoying a frog!
You don’t always need a big camera, sometimes birds come close to you!
I saw my first Intermediate Egret in South Africa last October. I do think it deserves a better name. “Intermediate” is so…so…intermediate. Like a middle child, it gets little respect.
So true…not Little Egret, not Great Egret…just Intermediate! Poor birds! 🙂
I am certain the egret was not so much interested in your bike but the large death adder that had curled up in the grass a few feet away from you. Survival – I really don’t know how you Australians manage it day after day after day.
I actually saw a snake skin, but not the snake! Only the strong survive…..ever wonder why our population is so small for such a large continent!? 🙂
Actually no, I never wondered why – it’s just too obvious to wonder… 😉