We live on a narrow strip of land between the Indian Ocean and the Peel Estuary. It’s called (tongue in cheek) The Island, or Mandurah Island, because to get here by land is only possible if you cross a substantial bridge. There are three bridges, the third of which, to the south, spans an artificial cut made between the sea and the estuary, allowing more flow through the area. The estuary is fed by no less than three rivers — the Murray, the Serpentine, the Harvey, plus a  number of seasonal streams.

There were birds about — it is a Ramsar Wetlands Area and an IBA (important bird area). We saw cormorants, duck, terns, gulls, pelicans, egrets, herons, darters, Black Swans, a Whistling Kite (which you can see against the white of the puffy cloud over the trees…)
And then all of a sudden, came a change. Cormorants and gulls and terns began streaming past…

More and more of them arriving by the minute, all heading in the same direction…

To this area above, where pelicans and cormorants were diving like maniacs and other birds gathered to glean the remains of a fish feast.

Until, below, the pelicans and other birds were so thick on the surface, we couldn’t see the water.