The first time I went down to the Mary River Houseboats was in May of 2012. I can’t remember a huge amount about it except for one important fact:
Chops caught a freshwater barra and it was delicious.
Everyone who claims they can’t be eaten are wrong, at least for this one.
The other thing I remember is that little baby ducks had hatched and were following their parents from one side to the other. Simple enough? Nah, the crocs were at them. The parents would fly to another area to trick the croc into submerging in the wrong area. But then the hawks would swoop in on the baby ducks. The parents would fight them. And the crocs… well you get the idea. About half were making it – the balance of nature I guess. But was David Attenborough worthy.
