Dawn in the quiet after the birds depart
Half an hour before sunrise, just a hint of salmon pink in the east and the palest of blue in a a cloud free sky. Even though the days have been warm there is a strong wind and it’s very chilly on the edge of the river.
The noise is incredible – the squawking of thousands a birds in the trees along the river bank following by a roaring sound as wings start beating in the trees. Suddenly the sky is masked with Major Mitchell Cockatoos as they launch and wheel around, before forming enormous flocks, setting of towards the sunrise and their feeding grounds in the distance.
After they leave, the honking of the brolgas feeding in the grasses and the quacking of the ducks that are spooked as I approach to photograph, seems so quiet, as I walk along looking for a vantage point.
It’s hard to beat being the banks of the Georgina River at dawn.
“Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, and can re-capture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty of it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties; so Mole, after struggling with his memory for a brief space, shook his head sadly and followed the Rat.”– Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows, Ch. 7