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Polygonum Billabong

So much water about and water birds abound.


  1. Is that its name: Polygonum? So off I go to look up the meaning ... "Any of numerous plants of the widely distributed genus Polygonum, characterized by stems with knotlike joints and conspicuous sheathlike stipules".

    So is this a Joan-name or an official name? I really do not understand that entire sentence that I copied from the dictionary!

    1. It is the official name and I don't remember seeing any plants of that description there.

  2. The bird life must have been amazing. And I've never seen a gum like that before.

    1. I can't tell one gum from another ... other than that how they look different. It annoys me that I can't name them.

  3. Oh that first shot is just beautiful.
    I want to be there right now - right on the banks of that billabong.
    Hey, maybe that's a Coolibah tree?

    1. Yeh maybe ... after all they are down by a billabong.

  4. Fantastic capture of the cormorant in the beautiful billabong! Love this post.


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