Big day today, absolutely buggered. Did equivalent of 60 odd flights of stairs and 14 kms on foot, a fair bit with a 15kg tool bag and bucket of parts, and the constant reminder of a mildly throbbing toothache.
It’s 6.40pm, still 35.2 degrees, sitting out front of donga. Had some nuromol (sp?) for toothache, my much loved favourite Dire Straits tunes on the Bluetooth player quietly in background, stretched the carcass and took boots off, rubbed feet and I’m on second can of bundy. Crickets are chirping and there isn’t a breath of wind, doesn’t sound like much but I can’t describe how relaxed I feel, good for the soul.
We caught up with an old mate and his wife for lunch today, they have been travelling in northern QLD since before the lockdown and not in any hurry to go back, bloody great caravan in which they are totally self sufficient.
Have seen one of the most focused Bush Turkey's in the history of the world right here. While on a long walk we came across a young male turkey that was moving a pile of dead leaves, he had scraped them into a pile from under a tree on one side of a wide concrete path and was moving them diagonally, around 8m, to the other side, it was fascinating to watch. His natural engineering skills shone through, when the pile got too high he would move to the other side and start creating anothe pile behind in the direction he was moving it.
We sat down on a nearby bench and watched him for about 20 minutes, people walking or jogging past did not deter him.
We recommenced our walk and did the return leg around an hour and a half later, by this time he had not only moved it across the concrete but also another 5m into a fenced off vegetaion area and was crouched under a stump admiring his handywork.