
I didn't get many good photos of the Kites as they were far too quick for the camera shutter. The meat or bread scraps were tossed up in the air and the birds swooped down and caught them. We were warned that if a piece of bread landed on the ground in front of us we were not to try to pick it up as we would be likely to have a nasty encounter with a bird.

Then after a safety talk we walked down to the bridge for the feeding of the crocs.

But before the crocs were fed, small bits of bread were dropped by the bank for some turtles that seemed to be happily co-habitating with the crocs.


On the second night I stood on the bank - quite a different view:


Then later that evening we went to a lookout to watch the sunset (sorry! No good photos)


We liked the poem on one plaque


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