A bit of a twitch

Last weekend, Donna and I decided to stop off at the black swamp on the way home from Laurie and Jessica's. The black swamp is quite well known in our area. It's a nesting and roosting ground for flying foxes (fruit bats) and ibises. It's right on the main road through Cleveland, so it's not hard to find.

Anyway, we parked around the back to start with and walked in among the trees to watch and photograph the bats, then drove round the front to see what was there. As soon as we got out of the car, Donna noticed something in the top of a dead tree.



It's a white bellied sea eagle, they eat snakes fish and small birds. Quite a magnificent looking creature don't you think? Looks like the master of all it purveys. You can imagine it soaring over the swamp, letting out a screech and frightening hell out of small creatures for miles around.

Well, actually when it took off it honked like a goose. I kid you not, that's what they sound like, check here if you don't believe me.

It's a bit like hearing a big, hulking body builder talk with a girly voice. It just doesn't fit right.