An incessant noise like a generator whirring. All day. Didn't have a clue what it was except that it wasn't man-made. In the morning we found hundreds of these empty insect shells maintaining their grip on every smaller variety of trees in the campsite. They hadn't been there the evening before. We wondered where their previous occupants had gone until...
Mrs P found quite a few scattered in the ablution block. Most were dead, some were twitching, enough were sufficiently conscious to frighten her away and wait till the other block had been cleaned. Cicadas apparently - 17 years underground and we were there when these particular guys emerged, sang, bred and died for us.
The stupid galahs! They make a right racket morning and evening but fortunately for them they're bright pink and that goes a long way in some people's book!
Monkey Mia. No monkeys but 8 dolphins came in for a feed at 8am. After a paddle with them they were given their fish and promptly left. After a quick meeting 50m off-shore, they were straight back for another feed.
Big birds, strange birds. And not a car in sight.
I (Mrs) was very amused by these big-beaked birdies. Watching them try and clean themselves with their oversized beaks and then when they waddled back into the water - some of them stretched up tall, some still squatting and waddling simultaneously.
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