Late afternoon at the Estuary

What with needing to shake off a migraine and offspring Skyping, it was late afternoon before I could take a walk at the estuary.

It was a race against the rain.

The extra shows the fat for the birds just dripping in silver-eyes. The bag crocheted with fishing line has been very successful.  It will need a refill with fat tomorrow, but when full it is lasting the silver-eyes a week.