113. Lyrebird and Cliff

In the late afternoon I came across a lyrebird, a male, with a spectacular, perfect tail. He was trotting along a path ahead of me, fossicking for food a little, but it turned out that he was making his way to a stream, one with a pool.

He climbed into the pool and began cleaning himself, very thoroughly. (This group of photos are video screenshots.) He had a process, a routine.

He’d dunk his head…

… then stretch his wings out partially,

.. and go into a series of whole-body shimmers and sha...