It seems that although Lake Burley Griffin is one vast - well - lake, each direction has different flora and fauna and landscapes. There's always something that catches my eye. These geese would have gladly picked at my eye if I had of shown any fear.
I trembled inside, though.
|Birdlife: They all wanted to chase me. But I stood strong. Gangsters.
|The trunk had split into three lanky branches, which were doing the Mexican wave...
|Hey up! Who goes there....?
|Silver Birch Splendour
|The Machinist Walks On
|Fluff! I wouldn't have gotten this close if it were Spring. Lucky that we walked the
Burley Griffin circuit in Winter.