And so to sunny Merimbula, leaving behind the lyrebirds and Wonga Pigeons that are under one’s feet at Bittangabee Bay campground. The below tells the Merimbula story. The only useful service performed by small craft
passing through the lake debouchment is that they occasionally flush away most of the huge hordes of Crested Terns that obscure the more interesting Bar-tailed Godwits, more than 40 of them on Tuesday. These were the only transequatorial migrants I noticed
around the lake, except for a solitary Common Tern, and some humans of course.
