Chambers Gorge

Driving across the vast Gibber plains from Arkaroola to Flinders Ranges, I was hoping to pick up a Cinnamon Quail Thrush which I'd missed at Lyndhurst. Unfortunately it wasn't to be, but I was blessed instead with a group of chats that were either Orange Chats or Gibber Chat's (help anyone?). White winged fairywrens turned up everywhere I searched for Cinnamon Quail Thrush, and I even came across a Wedge-tailed eagle in a tree on the vast gibber plain. But no Quail Thrush. The sun was setting and I thought I'd do a dusk wander through Chambers Gorge. This was a classic outback landscape with a monolithic rock wall dominating the panorama. A myriaf of Little Corellas took charge of the air space overhead, filling the air with their calls. A full moon rose seemingly out of the gorge as I wandered through its narrow corridors, admiring the unique symbols carved into the walls by past inhabitants. I wish I could have spent longer at this place...it had a sense of mystery about it. Alas...i could hear grasswrens whispering in the night down at the Flinders Ranges, so I had to get down there so I could unveil thier secrets at dawn. A freakish and near tragic encounter occurred with a Tawny Frogmouth, when it flew from th roadside into the side of my car. Thankfully it recovered and took off after it caught its breathe and regained its bearings.