Amongst the early morning light the air is filled with the calls of birds of many different species, the sounds ring out across a barron landscape. It is hard to imagine that I am standing in the center of one of the driest continents on earth, with so many birds that obviously know where water is. The air was dry, it dried out my skin as if it was void of any moisture.
This is quite a densely populated area as far as trees go for this part of Australia. Some of the country we drove through on this trip had almost no ground cover at all, just salt bush and rich red sand. I had seen footage of the dry river beds of this area running with water for the first time in years. The water streams down in a flurry. The good times are short lived out here, the Australian bush is opportunistic, making the most of the good times when they are on offer.