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You can tell it’s spring. The first noisy miner swooped, clicking its beak, as we walked through the reserve. Two or three of its friends did likewise in the park. They’re nesting. On the lower pond a pelican was being repeatedly swooped by a magpie. A large speckled longfin eel had migrated to swan lake, the opposite direction to its eventual route. The wetlands are bursting with bird and reptile life.

Thanks for hosting McCaviti. (The coloured sands didn’t make the cut.)