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Lake Eyre



Lake Eyre is big all right!  It’s quite shallow so the water body moves depending on the wind.  Fresh water coming in has a different colour from the salt water and apparently the pink colouring in the shot below is small shrimp things.


Fresh water fish washed in with the rivers can't survive the extremely salty water. Water birds (seagulls and pelicans in the middle of the Australian desert) somehow know this is all happening and arrive to feed on the feast where the fresh water joins the salt.  However, the expected big influx of birds was not here … there is so much water and greenery elsewhere they don’t need to come to the lake .  We saw just a few pelicans on Cooper Creek.




The bottom shot is of Lake Eyre south. It is not getting overflow from the North but had quite a lot of water in it nonetheless because of local rainfall. 


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  1. Totally amazing pictures Joan Elizabeth!
    Magnificent to see.
    It's an awesome place.

    Such a contrast to when we stood on the dry lake bed years back.

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  2. Wonderful photos of a vast, vast land. Wonder where those shrimp things come from? Were they hibernating during the dry?

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  3. Susan, I now want to go see it when it is dry.

    Winam, some things do hibernate during the dry, I assume these have to because they are salt tolerant.

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  4. Just wonderful! Favourite shots: 2 and 4.

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  5. Inspired by your last postings I read some things about Lake Eyre - there even is a Lake Eyre Yachting Club.

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