Morning, Lake Eacham

Lake Eacham, Saturday 10th November, morning
I’m awake very early. The surrounding forest is alive with complex, subtly multihued noises which build an intricate, mesmerising structure. It is like being inside a Paul Klee painting except I hear it instead of seeing it. It lulls me back to sleep. I wake at 9.40. The light has pushed the forest sounds into the background.
We breakfast from the hamper presented to us on our arrival. We set aside our putative vegetarianism to engage with the generous helping of bacon and sausage.
Sitting outside we place bananas and grapes on the posts beside our veranda. Within a very short time the birds descend on it and clear it. There is a slim and delicate bird with a long bill with a long tongue in it. It is green and olive with bold cream markings. There is a large, bully-boy sort of bird with a glorious green back and a massive beak. It’s call sounds like a tomcat out for a night on the tiles. Further investigation in the cabin’s bird identification book suggest the spotted cat bird.
We stroll through the dense woodland. It is overcast, close and warm. We arrive at the lake’s edge. There is a sign describing turtles and beneath it in the water the real thing.
The lakeside area is set out for the worship of the Australian goddess Barbie. A number of families are seated at meals while some youths splash in the water. It looks tempting but a paranoia about leeches, parasites and other dark realities keeps us out.
We do our washing then set out to Yungaburra a few miles up the road.