Well here I go again, inflicting more of my holiday piccies on you. Uncle Harry would be proud of me.
Well actually he probably wouldn’t. Nothing anyone does comes up to his standards.
Oh boy, now I am developing a persecution complex about a figment of my own imagination.
Anyway here we go...
After I explored the Tarragal Caves we headed back to our accommodation at Warrnambool.
On the way I ran the risk of driving Deb nuts by pausing to take some shots of this ruined farmhouse.
Unfortunately, there are ruins like this scattered over large swathes of Oz countryside. Some of them are the natural consequence of farmers going bust. Many though are the result of a darker piece of Oz history called soldier settlement.
Enough about that for now.
I also paused to grab a piccie or two of this shed that was catching the setting sun.
I was up bright and early (before dawn) the next morning. I raced out to catch the dawn piccies I
posted a week or two ago.
After I got the dawn shots I went a little further east to the Bay of Islands
which I knew would still be in shadow.
As it continued to get light I took a series of shots of the bay in the early light.
Then as the sun got a little higher it began painting the cliffs of the sea stacks with the amazing gold of morning.
For those of you interested a
post made last year shows the cliffs later in the day. (Uncle Harry was plaguing me back then too).
With the colours fading into a regular day and getting hungry I headed back to a leisurely breakfast with Deb (who isn’t silly enough to be up in the pre-dawn dark).
We decided to go for another drive. Our first port of call (literally although we were driving) was the Warrnambool foreshore. I took this shot of Middle Island (which happens to be a Fairy Penguin Colony).
In an interesting application of lateral thinking Parks Victoria has a number of
Marremmas who live on the island to protect the penguins from vermin like introduced foxes.
I also captured this image of the clouds dancing in a sunlit morning sky. As a total aside can you see the error in this piccie that would have many "real" photographers "tut tuting"?
Then we motored a short distance to Tower Hill.
Like Mt Leura Tower hill is a huge maar volcano.
In this piccie the range of hills centre frame are secondary cones that formed in the crater.
This second pic gives a better idea of the crater wall and the secondary cones in the middle. The level area is the floor of the caldera. In normal years the crater is a lake with islands in the middle but after 13 years of drought most of the lake is gone.
This piccie taken inside the caldera shows an eroding segment of the crater wall, you can see how the original volcano built up in layers, each one representing a series of eruptions.
Inside the crater I caught this fellow and his two half grown chicks.
He is an Emu, an Oz native and the second largest bird in the world (after the African Ostrich). Incidentally I know he is a “he” because with Emus the dad takes full responsibility for incubation and raising the brood of several females.
He would have had somewhere between 10 and 30 chicks hatch out. Unfortunately he probably lost most to foxes. Foxes aren’t native they were introduced in the Nineteenth Century for “Gentlemen” to hunt. They have decimated native wildlife (with the help of domestic cats that have gone feral). Fortunately, the chicks are probably large enough to avoid predation now, their biggest danger as they continue growing will be the risk of getting hit by cars.
My final two piccies of the day are from a bay near Port Fairy where we stopped for afternoon tea.
