The vegetation changes again. Ever present ‘salt bushes’. (Not sure, but seems to be right. If there is someone out there who does know, please feel free to correct and educate us. Not a botanist either.) Though here they are not as thickly spread. Instead, they appear in small clusters among the limestone (It’s not sandstone as I thought previously. Not a geologist, but I do my reading when I can.), interposed with tufts of low growing grasses and those perfectly rounded and manicured knee-high shrubs.
There are plenty of dead carcasses of ‘roos lining the road to remind us of the lurking danger of a close encounter. Though we have not seen a live one since our stay at Coffin Bay, there are many fresh droppings to be seen, each time we get out of the van for a stretch and pic.
Another two of those huge ‘eagle-ish’ birds sit perched on the branches of a dead tree. One flies off as we pull up. The other seems content to stay a little longer. It looks all black, except for a white-ish beak, and a gray necktie, till it too takes flight. Its huge wings, when outstretched, reveal contrasting orange strips along their length.
‘perched on the branches of a dead tree’
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