We stayed over an extra day because it was raining, we needed to do the laundry and we found out that the bird observation track described in the brochures was right here.
We braved the rain and walked to the bird hide and sat watching for the birds who were obviously watching for us. We did see Blue-Cheeked Rosella, New Holland Honeyeater, Forest Crow, Kookaburra and some little brown birds.
We experienced our first "what do you do with all the wet clothes".
To offset this experience we spent the best part of an hour watching an elderly couple putting up their tent. We christened them Laurel and Hardy mostly because of the obvious body language. It was better entertainment than you normally get on TV. We are most mightily glad that we live in a Winnebago Alpine with all the comforts of home.
Travelling the road past here to the lighthouse used to be a nightmare. To improve access for visitors, they had to widen and seal the road. A huge beech myrtle stood in the way of this enterprise and was chopped down. The caravan park owner witnessed (and filmed) this event and was so saddened by it that he had them saw off 3 or 4 metres of the trunk, not the base but still 8 or 10 metres in circumference, and move it to his carpark where it still stands as a memorial to the forest from which it came.
Then we heard that one of the geese had been taken today by a fox. Even such idyllic places as this are beset with all the troubles brought to this continent by Europeans.
Spent another evening soaking up the wonders of nature while sipping g&t. And so to bed.