Woke up early. Too early for the morning bird walk which started at 6.45 a.m. It was Glen again and he started things off by telling most of the same stories that he told yesterday but eventually he did get round to showing us a few of the birds and Dave was able to get some good photos. These are Eastern Robins.
By now we had an appetite for a hearty breakfast (included in room rate) and we tucked in. We decided that we had had enough of Glen's chippy digger act and opted foir a self guided walk through the rainforest to a couple of sets of waterfalls. This was quite an exciting path, much of it on a ledge cut into the hillside and with a couple of challenging creek crossings. When we spoke to the National Park Wardens later they said that it is normal to have to wade these crossings but we kept our feet dry. By the time we got back to the hotel we knew that we had been for a walk - 11km with plenty of ascent and descent.
After lunch and a shower we took Stanley to watch the bird feeding. Amazingly people pay to stand and have parrots pull their hair and scratch lumps out of them, We didn't, content with watching the spectacle from the other side of the fence. Most of the birds were rosellas, a type of parrot, but there were king parrots and scrub turkeys, as well as a tiny finch. Stanley's next visit was to the tree top walk and then the mountain garden after which we paid a call on the Satin Bower Bird's bower and were lucky enough to spot him.
By now it was tea time with scones, jam and cream - too posh to be smoko. Half an hour on the internet saw the cocktail hour upon us and we sipped beer on our verandah as we watched the sun set over the mountains. What a great place.
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