Today we drove along the coast into the wetlands. Driving down the dirt roads you never know what you’ll spot. Today we saw a juvenile banteng, kangaroos having a face off with us in the road, and flocks of red-tailed black cockatoos eating grain from recently sprouted grasses. The cockatoos almost refused to move out of the way of the car. After tide pooling and shell collecting we headed back to camp for showers, sunset and another great dinner.
Cobourg Camp has a resident crocodile named Dennis. Safely atop the 13ft cliff we watched Dennis slowly float to shore from more than a kilometer away, propelled across the flat bay by his powerful tail before he lumbered across the beach beneath us. We’re told Dennis often arrives around dinner time. The size of a large kayak, he’s king of the bay, and other crocs keep a respectful distance. Even the sharks patrolling the bay keep their distance.