Today the water dropped a little further and with the decrease came the mosquitoes, big, brown blood suckers to be exact and know doubt they will be followed in a couple of days by sandflies. With the water receding came the news of more predicted rain which didn’t exactly bring smiles however it’s a wait and see game at the moment. The good news is that the road to Moree is now open from Boomi which meant a quick trip to town for a few supplies and a stop off to get the station mail. There is two weeks worth in the Postal bag which actually equates to four missed mail days-nothing like a few accounts to keep me busy. Before the advent of motor cars the mail was delivered by a postal and supply rider. My father tells me the mail always got through on horseback and when flooding became a difficulty boats were used. It just goes to show that technology doesn’t always lead to advances everywhere.

With the flood water running to the south west on our land our access road is now pretty dry however there a few stretches of local water still ensuring 4WD’s are needed. This stretch is part of a extended swamp called the Big Eagle. It starts to the northeast of us criss-crossing roads to eventually run through our land to join up with water from the Whalan Creek.

A couple of feet just prior to the water a tiny bird fluttered up from the middle of the road. It wasn’t a finch or jenny-wren (and I’m yet to pull out ‘What Bird Is That?’ to double check on what it was) however you have to give the little creature 10 points for courage. Right in the middle of the road are two tiny eggs lying on the dirt. They are about the size of marbles and blend in so perfectly you can barely see them. Don’t you just love mother nature.