I could hear Spotted Pardalotes, but they were high in the canopy of the gum trees and took some finding. But find them I did, and they were certainly worth it.
I walked to the weir and saw a very odd duck. It was like a Hardhead without a white eye and with a green speculum. I decided it must be a hybrid between a Hardhead and a Pacific Black Duck. Black Ducks are notoriously randy - they'll mate with anyone!
On the muddy verge, I disturbed a Latham's Snipe. It flew right in front of me, giving me a great view. Fairy-wrens and scrubwrens played in the undergrowth and kookaburras laughed at me. Young Purple Swamphens, fully grown and apparently quite capable of feeding themselves, begged their parents for an easy feed with an irritating and very noisy persistency.
Very pleased with my beautiful pardalotes and snipe, I thought it was time to go. I remembered to check out the muddy drain on my way back to the car. There I saw a Black-fronted Dotterel and an Australian Spotted Crake, both out in the open, happily foraging in the mud. A fine note to end on.