Eos, 27 Feb
Hares are back in the headlights. I wade across the tributary that is usually dry, now up past my knees.
A racket of Kookaburras, then Magpies take their turn, I whistle back at their carolling, haunted.
A new lagoon, new day, a thick wall of sand, that won’t last.
Sun rise is a flash.
The incoming tide etching fractures and interference.
Later it’s down to the Nambucca, and three Darters drying out close to each other.
Magnificent birds, weird birds. Gould also called it the New Holland devil-bird.
A wingspan of 120 cm.