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Last weekend, we took off for 2 nights for a place we've been trying to visit for years: Kingbilli Estate. "Estate" might be a stretch, but to each their own. It's, in essence, a working farm. A Llama farm, to be exact. But in its previous incarnations it was a goat/donkey/horse/pony farm and a wildlife rescue hospital, so there's a little bit of everything (except goats) rambling around the llamas, including a flock of Indian peafowl.
Years ago, the owners built two stone cottages on the property; one for international volunteers, and one to let out to tourists. Their daughter has since taken over the property, and while the llamas, ponies and horses still have their space, she's restored most of what was once grazing land back to natural scrub and forest.
The property still acts as a half-way house for injured wildlife, and there are no limitations as to where guests are allowed to roam, so we - I - went in with the hope/expectation of seeing a lot of Aussie wildlife I'd normally have a hard time seeing: wombats, bandicoots, sugar gliders, etc.
I soooo should have known better. They heard I was coming and took themselves off. There were wombat holes EVERYWHERE but not a single wombat did we see. Nothing but llamas, donkeys and ponies, oh my. And birds, thank goodness. So many birds, it was a constant riot of birdsong around the cottage, which sat right on a little stream (which, until the drought, had a platypus in it, dammit).
All in all it was gorgeous and as they only have the one cottage to let, we had it all to ourselves. Three days of total peace-out bliss - and no phone reception or internet service.
I'll only share the interesting, colourful birds with y'all as I know not everybody is a bird lover. But everybody loves baby llamas, right?
If you stayed with me up to this point you're either very kind or really like birds. Either way, thank you. That's it though - until tomorrow, when we're off on another expedition. It's a rather unusual one, but I promise to keep the bird pics to a bare miniumum. After that, I suspect MT is going to enforce a 'rest period' and my attention will be solidly back on the books. :)