Some years ago I introduced BBQ brekkies as a school holiday activity. This morning, young-twenties things decided to revise the trend before it got too cold. Jesus.
So at 09:00, McDermott Place, after everyone was fed, we noticed a large flock of birds bobbing on the water about 100 metres away towards the eastern shore. The betting
started as to what they were.
“One way to find out,” I said.
“You wade out and look.”
“Quiet! There’s a better way,” I said, fetching the 10x binos. Surprisingly they turned out to be Pink-eared Ducks. I have one record from 15 years ago of such a flock
at Lake Ginninderra. Other than that only sighting was of a lost-looking single specimen that used to hang out near the western end of the bridge.
John Layton
Holt.
