Once we realized there was no marsh surrounding Willies, well certainly not within walking distance, it was going to be a long afternoon to just stay put, and wait it out till our exit the next morning. After unpacking our few things, a change of clothes for the next day, and food/drinks, then it was time for afternoon-tea under the trees beside the van.
It was decided then, to head on back out (through the three gates open/shut them), for a sneak-preview of some wetlands we'd passed about 17 klms up the road.
Unidentified ducks, too far in the distance
Had to be careful where you put your feet, not only for the boggy conditions but also that there had been cattle wandering through there and had sunk holes a good six-inches or more deep.
Black-fronted Dotterel (I think)
Swallows mud-nests; quaint chambers aren't they?
And there's more ... next post.