Lake Tuchewop & the Green Turtle

Evening everyone it has been a while since I have put up a post but I thought this may amuse some of you and all the best of 2015 to everyone. On the 30th of Jan, like many of you, who have previously made the journey this was my first chance to head over to Lake Tutchewop with Tom Wheller from Deniliquin and a mate of his. We arrived at around 6-30am and went straight to the inlet from the irrigation channel that feeds water into the lake and binned the birds at that location with no success, we then drove over to the other side of the lake to find bugger all and returned to the inlet but other than some Pelicans and Banded Stilts there were no waders at all. From there we headed over to Lake William and Little Lake Kelly with the same result but at Lake Kelly proper there were tons of birds so we walked the shores looking at many a Sharpie and Red-necked Stint in amongst the Banded Stilts, Red-necked Avocets, Grey Teal and Australian Shelducks, we even found a lone Curlew Sandpiper but alas no LBD or RNP so back to the inlet we went, and by that time the wind was up to World Kite Flying Championship level. We walked down towards the inlet channel and noticed that there were some Sharp-tails in amongst the low growth along the channels that feed into the lake but kept thinking that the Dowitcher was too large to be in the low growth ( great decision from us! ) and headed off to Swan Hill and a few of the Lakes up in that area just in case the bird had moved, after quite a few hours and a couple of meat pies at the local bakery we headed back to the inlet yet again. As we drove in the Indians were losing so many wickets on the radio that I had my ear on the radio and picked up my bins ( Now I know that most of you will be in complete shock by now to know that I sometimes use a set of bins but if you can’t beat them join them I say and to my complete shock this little orange bugger stood out like a beacon so I was quickly got out of the car walking down to where the bird was preening itself next to quite a few Sharpies. As I turned around to head back to the car a couple of people came down and one of them was Greg McKay who told me that he had photographed the bird earlier that day up in the low growth along the channel ( that did send a message back to my brain “you dickhead!”) At this stage I had to drive Tom and his mate Kevin back to Barham where we had left Kev’s car so that they could head back home to Deniliquin, before I headed back to the inlet at Lake Tutchewop as I wanted to try and photograph the bird in low light with the sun at my back. A couple of years ago I had bought over the internet a contraption called a Skimmer which is like an upside down frypan which you can mount your Wimberly Head to for attaching your camera and lens so as to keep them very low to the ground or in this case mud and be able to slide it in front of you ( that was the plan ) By the time I had arrived back no-one was around so I quickly changed clothes as I did have some idea of what was to come and slowly walked down with my bins and hat having mindfully slapped on 50+ sunscreen as I knew it would take time to move towards the bird without making it nervous so the slowly slowly approach was taken. Now that mud goes black as soon as you break thru the surface and I quickly had visions of being sucked under never to be seen again but soon realised it was only about 250mm till the surface was hard underneath me again and unfortunately for my wife there would be no collecting of the life insurance policy. So moving like a Green Turtle trying to get up the beach to lay its eggs and leaving a tell tale trail I pushed my contraption slowly towards the subject with the sound of squelching mud and a not to pleasant smell joining me in my quest. As most of you have found out the wind up there is not your friend and the Dowitcher had its head firmly nestled into its plumage and showed no signs of letting me get an easy shot, so the game of patience began with me around 10 metres away from the bird waiting for it to show me that wonderful bill. At this stage a chap turned up in a ute and I must have made a really good site , as he jumped back in the ute and took off, maybe it was the site of my bum crack or he just didn’t believe some idiot would be out there wallowing in the mud! It took me around 2 hours to gain the shots that I was after and many moves as my tracks would have told for anyone turning up the next day. After washing clothes, camera and myself and finding out we had only drawn the cricket test, and having a quick beer in the name of not getting to dehydrated I headed off to Maldon to have a few sherbets’ with some great friends of mine Alby & Eleanor Wright and partake of their wonderful hospitality for the night. Here is a link to a couple of shots from the Mud! http://tinyurl.com/q8y6z56 Regards Geoff Jones Barra Imaging — This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com