On Saturday night we had our Christmas picnic and twilight walk.
Down at the old quarry we ate, and from the nearby frog-bogs the frogs sung.
As the sun went down we turned on our torches and made our way through the reserve and observed the following:
- twelve ringtail possums
- four other possums (only their eyes were visible)
- one brush-tail possum
- one sugar glider
- one juvenile powerful owl
- two microbats
- frogs galore
- kookaburras
- one giant moth
- an emerald moth
- click beetles
- and an unidentified pale-bellied roosting bird that I’m going to call Kevin.
It was quite the spectacle, and a lovely end to the year. Thanks to all who’ve been part of it in small and big ways – not forgetting medium ways. Happy holidays.
Down at the old quarry we ate, and from the nearby frog-bogs the frogs sung.
As the sun went down we turned on our torches and made our way through the reserve and observed the following:
- twelve ringtail possums
- four other possums (only their eyes were visible)
- one brush-tail possum
- one sugar glider
- one juvenile powerful owl
- two microbats
- frogs galore
- kookaburras
- one giant moth
- an emerald moth
- click beetles
- and an unidentified pale-bellied roosting bird that I’m going to call Kevin.
It was quite the spectacle, and a lovely end to the year. Thanks to all who’ve been part of it in small and big ways – not forgetting medium ways. Happy holidays.
Photos by Daniel Jackson, Anne Comer & Linda Fullagar
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