Further into the Outback - Day 11

Day 11
Our last day spent on the station we decided to drive out to place recommended by the owner as one to find the birds. We were lucky to see a mob of kangaroos in full flight across the countryside, reminded me of that Qantas ad where they follow the roos across the plains. We haven't really seen too many roos and not even one lizard. Makes one wonder a bit.
We stopped off for morning tea at a creek crossing which had a the more modern day set up for a windmill and water trough and standing proud next to it a nest, which we think belonged to a Wedge-tail, perched up on the top. We also found the scantiest remains of some man made structure buried up the banks.
We came across a very large muddy waterhole which appeared to be permanent and on the the shore of the waterhole we found many Aboriginal artifacts - grinding stones, horseshoe core stones, and a variety of cutting tools. All those marvellous grinding bowls that the Aboriginals used have long been taken but what was left strewn around the lakeside indicated that this place must have once been an important one. However despite the amount of water present, no bird life!
By this stage we weren't too far away from 6 Mile Pool on the edges of the Little Sandy Desert so we decided to go check it out. After all, there may be birds or rocks! The drive though this part of the Pilbara is dominated by 2-4 metre high red sand dunes which were sparsely decorated by burnt, black, spindly bushes and the remains of flora that had escaped the fire. Interspersed amongst this scene was the odd dried up creek bed flanked by eucalyptus trees. We were lucky to see a couple of donkeys hiding in the scrub and they gave us a surprised look as they slid back into the countryside. We did find the pool which was a remnant in a very large, dry river bed. Aside from the odd polishing rock, the pool was bereft of anything interesting from the point of collectables, and the drive in and out was the highlight.
On the way back we were fortunate to find another supermarket which specialized mainly in glass and the odd rusty artifact. We were judicious in our choice of products removed and little was brought home.
Back to base in time for cheese and bickies with a drop of wine and another clear starlit night and satellites. My vacuum packed meals also mean that I can just arse up into the freezer ( it's too high and requires I get a step ladder to reach into the back of the Ranger) and rapidly produce a meal without too much ado. Glamping!