Just as I pulled up in the car at Walsh Point, where the north and south arms of the Hunter River meet, an Osprey flew in to land on a light pole. However I needed a new battery, and by the time I got the camera organised he was gone. I walked along the river with the dogs, hoping for gull-billed terns but only finding crested tern and silver gulls. Then my Osprey overtook me flying up the middle of the river. They have previously nested in the area, and it is the spot where I’m most likely to see them, but it happens rarely enough to be a welcome sight. He banked and turned immediately overhead, giving me some nice images.
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