Cape York - It never rains in the dry season

 I have just returned from my first tour to Cape York.  Nerves were working overtime as I haven't done a tour since leaving Oztours 3 seasons ago.  It was good to be back and I had 13 eager people to show off the Cape to.

I'll do a series of blogs on my Oztours travels this year with a few highlights each trip.

First day was from Cairns to Cooktown via the Bloomfield Track.  This controversial track was made in The Daintree Rainforest during 1983/84.  Protesters did their best to prevent this track going through.  Although the track finished up going through, the publicity highlighted drew the attention of scientific interest as well as that of the rest of the world. This ancient forest is now protected by World Heritage listing which was granted in 1988 as a result of the track and hence the protesters. 






Picturesque Woobadda Creek. a great place to stop and stretch our legs and take a few pikkies.

The Lions Den is a hotel named after a tin mine which was situated on a hill opposite.  The owner of the mine named it after a young stow-away named Daniel who was working for him.  One day when Daniel was sitting at the entrance to the mine, it reminded the owner of the story of Daniel and the Lion's Den.





The first night was spent at the Seaview Hotel in Cooktown.  We had the luxury of phone reception, electricity, TV and an ensuite all at the same time.  This isn't always possible on the Cape as there are very few towns and a limited number of places that have accommodation. 

Cape York Peninsular is almost the size of  Victoria. Tourism, mining and cattle stations are the main industries.  The beauty and remoteness of the pristine landscape and varied ecosystems draws more people to this area each year.  I was astounded at the road and accommodation improvements made during my 3 year absence. 

After leaving Cooktown the following day, we made our way to Lakefield National Park.  Our first stop was Isabella Falls.  

An interest feature along the way is the Old Laura Homestead which was run as a cattle station to provide meat to the miners of the Palmer river gold rush in the late 1800s.  

A rusted relic of bygone days, waits patiently amid old buildings for its final slow demise.

The pristine Wenlock forms a  corridor from east to west and brings with it a number of rare and unusual flora and fauna.  It is also home to many rare marine species, some of which are awaiting discovery yet.

Some of the cattle stations supplement their incomes by providing a few tourist comforts for the weary traveller.  






Palm Cockatoos are Australia's largest cockatoo.  They can only be found on Cape York Peninsular north of Princess Charlotte Bay.  They have large red cheek patches and long curved crest feather which distinguish them from their smaller cousins, the Black Cockatoos.  Their powerful beaks are able to crack the hard nuts of Pandanus.  They are usually found in rainforest and margins adjoining eucalypts, often following the corridors of riverine rainforest.


We were treated to a grand floor (tree) show by the iconic Palm Cockatoos at Bramwell.  I took a million photos.  Here are 3 of them.

This young brolga which was rehabilitating in a nearby paddock, gave me the opportunity to get a nice closeup.  They are usually not so obliging.





While others were enjoying a dip at Fruit Bat Falls, I stood guard protecting them from the numerous carnivorous plants which lurked in the area, waiting for some unsuspecting victim.

Pitcher Plants

Sundews

A new ferry returns my passengers from their Thursday Island trip to Seisia.

The following day, we go to "the Tip".  One more tick off the bucket list!

The following movie goes for 4.17mins and is 52.7mb.  

I will try to do a blog on each trip with different features each time.  As I will be away much of the time, some of these won't be done till the end of my season, mid Sept.  I now have to rush and do some speed research on a new trip for me to the Gulf.  I hope my passengers are as excited as I am to be doing this trip.

Unanswered questions - sometimes a question comes up during the trip that I can't find the answer to.  

Tony - the name of the shrub with the yellow flower which grows profusely at Kennedys Lost Camp in Heathlands is the Yellow Tea Tree (Neofabricia myrtifolia) 

New Years Day 2013

After having worked late and arriving home after 1 o'clock in the morning for 2 nights in a row (Ian waited up for me in sympathy), I wasn't going to have another late night on New Year's Eve.  Ian and I went to bed early and woke at 7 - a sleep in for us!

Waking refreshed, we decided to check and see what was happening at Hasties Swamp and anywhere else along the way.

So, up the scenic Kuranda Range we went, looking for Cassowaries along the way (in vain).  The low lying cloud amongst the rain forest trees created an eerie atmosphere.  I suppose the Cassowaries may have been a bit spooked and were hiding.

Then it was on to the Mareeba Saleyards which is usually a hive of activity for all sorts of birds - especially Channel-billed Cuckoos.

Channel-billed Cuckoos are the largest of our parasitic birds.  They migrate to New Guinea and Indonesia for the winter and come to the Mareeba Saleyards in summer to breed (they might go to other places as well).  They mainly use Currawongs, magpies and crows for their host as they are a large bird of 58-65cm.

Channel-billed Cuckoo

This Channel-billed Cuckoo got self concious when he caught me looking at his beak, so he flew away.

Channel-billed Cuckoo

Looking about for more victims for my camera lens, I spotted this mangy looking Sulphur-crested Cockatoo - minus his crest.

He also got self concious



                                                                     and flew away.


The reason there are so many birds at these saleyards is because of the huge and very old Fig Trees which grow there.

The cattle that come to the saleyards to be sold, enjoy the cool shade they provide.

Female Fig-bird

The Fig-birds that come to the saleyards, come there for the Fig Trees.  They love figs.

There is more than enough figs to go around and the Pale-headed Rosellas are taking their share.

Watching all the birds eating figs made us hungry, so we had some too. YUK! We had better go to McDonalds for some people food.

They forgot to put the sausage in Ian's Egg and Sausage burger.  He is used to them getting his order wrong and wouldn't let me take it back.

It was time to go to Hasties Swamp at Atherton.  As I watched the newly ploughed rich red earth of the Atherton Tablelands, I got my hopes up that I would see some Brolgas.

We have had a long dry season this year in the Wet Tropics and Hasties Swamp was transformed to Hasties Paddock with a small puddle.

Intermediate Egret in Breeding Plumage

But the small puddle held a beautiful treasure.

An Egret stood among a group of Glossy Ibis.  His filament-like breeding plumage couldn't fail to impress some luck lady Egret.

Then we got too close and he flew away.










Since the star of Hasties Swamp had flown away, we jumped back in the car and continued on our merry way.

Not long after we were treated to this family of Brolgas feeding in a paddock.  Brolgas eat snails, frogs, small fish, beetles etc and they also eat roots.



Birds that dwell on the waters edge and in wide open spaces have quite a large personal space that they don't like you to intrude into and Brolgas fall into this group so we left them in peace before they flew away.

Next place we dropped into was Lake Barrine which is always a popular place for locals and tourists alike.  It was so popular today that there were no parking places left, so we flew away.

Down the Gillies Range we went to make our circuit home.

"STOP!!!", I cried.

Ian stopped the car.

"Jabiru", I said.

Ian backed the car up to the previous paddock to where there was a stately Black-necked Stork, minding his own business.

We took photos, then I got out of the car to try and get closer.  Although he wasn't alarmed by me, he had his personal space of about 100 meters and as I got closer, he casually moved away so as to keep that distance.

The funny thing was that, as he was keeping his distance from me, he was moving into the territory of the Plovers which breed at this time of the year.  This caused them to turn into  what Ian calls 'Messerschmidts'.






So, I take a step forward and so does the Stork.  In swoops the plover.

The Messerschmidt  gets in closer and closer. . .

Too close for comfort.








The Black-necked Stork flies away with the Messerschmidt in hot pursuit.

 The beginning of a Happy New Bird Year for us and for you too.