I’ve just returned from a week in Far North Queensland, where there is no shortage of critters willing to bite, sting, poison or eat you. Luckily, these salt-water crocs were more interested in topping up their tans than in eating me for lunch.
This handsome devil is known as “Scarface” — for obvious reasons.
Too young to have been named yet, this little guy is about as close as a saltie gets to being cute.
Salties are so wonderfully careless of everything, eh ? 😀
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As long as they’re careless of me, I’m happy! 🙂
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Better luck than I had on my Daintree trip. I only mistook a log for a Croc. Well spotted and snapped.
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They were hard to miss, as the guide took our small boat to within a few metres of each one.
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Daintree is fabulous, though I didn’t spot any of these either. They are so prehistoric and look as though they are saying, “we’ll still be here when you humans have destroyed yourselves”.
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According to our guide, the crocs were all out because the day I went (17 April) was the first day after Cyclone Ita hit on the 12/13th that the water level in the river had subsided enough from the flooding for their spots on the banks to be exposed again.
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Very lucky then!
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