The old quarry

A walk to the old gravel quarry is always enjoyable. There appears to be no topsoil but with good seasons, hardy plants grow. The wattles have tight little buds ready to bloom. Hardenbergias are twining up trees and spreading over bushes and I hope I catch them in flower. There was a chorus of birds. I spotted a flock of choughs. I disturbed a kangaroo. There is nothing for them to eat in the scrub, but they shelter there. I backtracked so as not to drive the kangaroo towards the highway.