The grassy scrubland was absolutely beautiful and singing with birds.
I don't know if you can see.... but the trunks of many of the trees were still blackened from fires that had swept through the park a year ago. This area was really a birder's paradise. I caught glimpses of several beautiful birds including a Fantail but they all flit so quickly it is hard to get a fix on them so I am not sure if it was the Gray or the Rufous.
It was very hot and spirits were starting to flag when we looked down and noticed some odd footprints in the ground:
A closer look at the tracks revealed that they were VERY fresh -- the sand had barely started drying around the edges. We picked up the pace and moved quickly and quietly along the trail hoping to see the track's owner...
We followed the track to a pond where it had stopped for a drink...
But when the ground got harder as we got closer to the car we lost the trail... Whose track was it? A kangaroo... Ben had fun trying to see if he could hop from track to track (he couldn't even come close).
As we were driving back through verdant farmland I noticed a field with a horse and some ducks. One of the ducks flew up onto the fence and I made Ian pull over the car... the "ducks" pecking in the grass were Sulfur Crested Cockatoos!