Back of Beyond The NT: Freshwater Streams In Sandstone Country

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The dry season has arrived and its nice to leave the constant sweating behind. Its cold in the morning, so cold the mozzies have to fly slow and look like little hairy drunken spiders. When they approach its like slow motion and it takes forever for them to reach up to your uncovered parts. I always wondered why they were so infatuated with the colour black, as they often just sit on my black backpack and tumble off when I take it off and put it on the ground. They must use the colour for getting warm, they use it to charge their little batteries. Anyway they are all up to speed about ten o’clock and then it is every man for himself. When the streams were in full swing, very few mozzies, but now that a lot of little pools are still I guess its propagation on a grand scale. As far as little pools are concerned, it also means that the little fish in the little pools are getting less and less room to move. The Azure Kingfisher was having a field day, and his only problem was deciding at which of the multitude of little pools to set up his attack station. The little bird was whining with excitement and it seemed the whole monsoon vine forest was echoing with excited kingfishers sharing their high pitched squeals of delight.
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Azure Kingfisher Alcedo azurea
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