I went for another long walk around Lake Dulverton and these are a few photos taken along the way. Stayed tuned for the rest of my photos of my walk to Hawthorn Bay and back.
I often go for walks around Lake Dulverton near my home in Oatlands. There is a nice long walking trail and plenty to see as you stroll along. I always take my two dogs Toby and Teddy who are of course kept on their leads unless we are in the doggy off the lead zone. The walking trail starts at Oatlands and ends in Parrattah. It’s about an eight kilometre track used by walkers, cyclists and horseback riders. At one end of the lake there is a camping ground and another park called Callington Park. Part of the lake is a consevation area for the birds. There are many to be seen and I have often seen bird watchers by the lake. Years ago before there was a problem with the lake drying up they used to have speed boat racing on the lake. The old boat shed is still there and you can see the old ramps. People still fish at the lake and sometimes they take out row boats. If you wander along the path far enough you can see the ruins of the old mill. (Not the mill in the photo). The track itself was once the railway line from Parrattah to Oatlands. Both railway stations still stand. The Oatlands station is now part of the school. I took a few photos last time I walked around the lake and here they are.
Geese was the subject of Marilyn’s “Frisbee Wednesday” weekly photo prompt.
Geese are pretty interesting. Some people I know keep geese for their eggs but I’m told that they also make pretty good watch dogs. I guess that should be “Watch Geese”.
My mother often used to tell us the story of the day she was born. It was Christmas Day 1921 and her mother was busy cooking Christmas dinner which was to be roast goose when mum decided to put in an appearance. She was unable to tell me who finished the cooking but the family never ate goose for Christmas dinner again. I had never had it either until we moved to Tasmania. The first Christmas we spent here we were alone as my sister had not yet moved here and our families were all back in South Australia. We decided to have our Christmas dinner at the hotel in Dover and on the menu was goose so of course I had to try it. It was not bad.
I really prefer to see geese in the wild or at least semi wild than on the dinner table though. The one in this photograph lives on Lake Dulverton in Oatlands. Part of the lake is a bird sanctuary and there are swans, ducks, geese and various other waterfowl living there. In times of drought a small part of the lake, separated by a bund wall, is kept full by pumping water into it while the rest of the lake often dries out almost completely. I’ve only seen the lake full once, in 2009, when that happens the birds spread all over the lake.
This goose was living alone when my sister and I first saw it a few years ago, sorry I am not good at telling the sex of geese, we always refer to it as “he”. He would often join the flocks of swans or ducks for company and was fairly tame as visitors to the lake often feed the birds. As far as I can tell he is a domestic goose, they are an introduced species from Europe and pretty common in Australia.
The day that I took this photograph my sister and I had paused on our walk and were sitting on a bench watching the birds when Goosey spied a lady tourist getting out of her car. Anticipating a snack he hurried towards her from where he had been paddling around some distance away . However, all she wanted to do was to take his photograph. He was obviously very annoyed at not getting his “fee” and headed back to the lake honking loudly as he went probably saying something very uncomplimentary in Goose.
I haven’t visited Lake Dulverton for nearly a year but my sister says that last summer a new goose appeared at the lake so now he has a friend at last. Here are a few other lake residents.
This week I’m doing a bit of house sitting in Oatlands and the other day I went out to look for a good subject for my Thursday photo post. I ended up at Lake Dulverton. Part of the lake is a conservation area so there is quite a lot of bird life. I am not quick enough to photograph birds on the wing but as it as a sunny winter afternoon most of the birds were co-operative and stayed on the bank or in the water which made it a lot easier for me. Some of the birds found at the lake are Grebes, cormorants, swans, various types of ducks and other water birds.
The lake is divided into three areas by two earth bund walls. One area is irrigated to provide a home for the birds even in drought conditions. The lake has often dried up completely in the past. It is not full at the moment but there is enough water for the birds to live on the main part of the lake as well. From the bund wall nearest to the conservation area you can sometimes see the swans nesting.
The days are quite short now and today the official sunset time was around 4:45 pm. I took this last photo at around 2:30 pm but as I wasn’t wearing a watch I actually thought it was later because of the light. I was quite surprised to get home and find it was not yet 3 pm.
When I think of these words I immediately think of the famous scene in the movie of the same name where Gene Kelly dances in pouring rain. It’s a catchy song but I have to say that on the few occasions I’ve been caught in a rainstorm and soaked to the skin I did not feel in the least like singing and dancing. Squelching along with sodden shoes and wet clothes sticking to you is no fun, especially if you know you have an hour long bus ride home to endure before you can get out of them.I can remember two or three occasions when it has happened to me and most of them seem to involve rained out sporting events.
However, I do enjoy listening to the rain when I’m snug and cosy at home. It feels good to be in a warm room listening to the rain thundering on the galvanised iron roof . “It’s really coming down out there.” my husband and I say to each other. “I’m glad we’re not out in it.” Of course there is more than just being grateful for our good fortune in having a roof over our heads. After a hot dry summer it is wonderful to see how everything turns green again after a good rain.
Many people think that it rains all the time in Tasmania and parts of it are quite wet at times, but Hobart itself is the second driest capital city in Australia. Adelaide, where we used to live, is the driest.
There were drought conditions here for some years in the mid 2000’s and the midlands and east coast of Tasmania really suffered. Farmers had to put stock down because there was no feed. Lake Dulverton at Oatlands dried up completely. I was told that years ago they used to have sailing and even speed boat racing on Lake Dulverton, I walked around the lake and saw the remains of moorings and there was the sailing club but the lake itself reminded me of the cover of the Midnight Oil album “Red Sails In The Sunset” which showed Sydney Harbour with no water.
It would have made a great dirt bike track at that time.
Finally, there came a wet winter, it rained and rained. Gradually the lake filled and finally in spring of 2009 it was full for the first time in many years. I remember visiting the lake around this time and seeing people rowing and fishing on the lake. That did make me feel like singing.
So even though I curse it when I get caught in it or when my husband spatters the washing with mud with his car I really do love the rain because it brings new life.