First thing in the morning, all the tour boats are moored, ready to take groups out.
Past the floating fish farms.
And mud skippers.
The mud crabs and mudskippers.
A stop for some eagle feeding. The Brahminy Kites are happy to swoop on the chicken on offer.
The white-bellied sea eagle wasn’t so keen to perform on demand. I can’t say I blamed him.
This mama monkey had obviously received a note from the school that day and was doing a nit-check.
As the tide was low, we were able to go right through the Crocodile Cave (named for its shape, rather than inhabitants – there are no crocodiles in these waters.)
This area is a safe mooring for yachts. It was interesting to see which ports they were registered to – everything from American and European locations to some Australian ones.
A floating fish farm needs a floating fish farmer.