When I remember my first visit to Brogo Reserve, two things come to mind: the overwhelming feeling that I was seeing freshwater parts of my Country for the first time, and how much my legs hurt after all the walking!
Reserve manager, Josh Wellington was as excited to show me around the reserve as I was to be there. We walked through thick patches of wet plants, along steep slopes, and jumped across huge boulders checking out every part of the reserve we could access at the time.
I took everything in, my mind and spirit were swimming with it all.
The freshwater falls after all the rain, the Maliyan/Eagle’s nest towering over the reserve, the crystal-clear river bursting with bundles of Lomandra on all sides, and the breath-taking views.
The Budjaarn though, the Birds – that's who really got me. For the past few years, I’ve worked indoors, leaving little time for my favourite thing – birding.
At Brogo, the Budjaarn voices come from every direction – from the gentle chitter chatter of Rosellas, the Honeyeaters in the canopy, to a tricky Lyrebird doing its best bird call impressions to stump Josh and I!