Not mine, though.
I went for a post–prandial stroll in the forest yesterday.
Having chosen the path that isn't usually frequented by groups of tree kangaroo spotters, I ran into a group of tree kangaroo spotters.
The chief spotter wore khaki and was eating an apple. This combination is common among tour guides in FNQ. The apple is interchangeable with a banana (in a comestible sense, not a botanical one), but the khaki is a fixture.
He said to me, 'Are you looking for tree kangaroos?'
'No, mate,' I said. 'Got plenty of those at home.'
And it's technically true, because I still own the place until Wednesday. (And, yes, I did sound smug. But I have to make the most of it for the next few days.)
I didn't see any tree kangaroos on the walk, but plenty of pademelons and whipbirds and a recently hatched scrubfowl chick. Also plants. Lots of plants.
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| Take this seriously. Really seriously. |
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| The safe track through the forest |
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| Everyone's path should be strewn with flame tree flowers |
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| And black beans. There should be black beans. |
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| Black bean bark: like hessian |
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| What Sir Mixalot meant to say. |
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| A strangler fig strangling. |
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| Bumpy satinash (Syzygium cormiflorum) and more big buttresses |
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| Butterfly bush (Pavetta) |
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| North Johnstone River: languid in the Dry Season |
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| Tortoises by Monet |
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| Tortoise by Seurat |
