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.
|Take this seriously. Really seriously.|
|The safe track through the forest|
|Everyone's path should be strewn with flame tree flowers|
|And black beans. There should be black beans.|
|Black bean bark: like hessian|
|What Sir Mixalot meant to say.|
|A strangler fig strangling.|
|Bumpy satinash (Syzygium cormiflorum) and more big buttresses|
|Butterfly bush (Pavetta)|
|North Johnstone River: languid in the Dry Season|
|Tortoises by Monet|
|Tortoise by Seurat|