It seems there are birds no matter where we are. We think another yellow honeyeater.

The Palmer River flows westwards, to join the Mitchell River that flows into the Gulf of Carpentaria.

Looking south we are leaving Cape York.

When we headed north we followed the coast, through the Daintree Rainforest. It looked to us as if the road to Cooktown around the coastal mountains would be uninteresting.

Quite the opposite.

We will head south, trying to follow the Dividing Range without getting too tangled up along the coast.

All was revealed at the end of the road. The map said the road went further, around to the right. We thought about washing the truck but decided we should turn around.

Its a flycatcher with a peculiar bill.

Rainforest that is regenerating after being cleared about 50 years ago.

The forest is alive, with birds we cannot see through the dense foliage.

The smooth, cold, bark of the Python Tree.

This bumpy satinash flowers and fruits from bumps on its trunk. It attracts different pollinators than are in the canopy.

We've seen them previously, but this one is easiest to identify.

We could have had more sleep, they stayed around the campground during the day.

Kauri Creek is quite big, we got our feet wet, and discovered (yet again) that there are leeches in rainforests. We don't like leeches.

We heard many birds, and tried to picture a few, but the forest is too dense.

The forest is World Heritage listed.

There are many Bush Stone-Curlews around the camp. We counted about 40 without really trying.

They spend most of the day almost still. Certainly still, like stones, for long periods.

These two were near the truck.

They aren't sufficiently aggressive to have been the inspiration for Dr Who's stone angels, but they do a good imitation.

We have no idea what they were looking at.

Most of their activity is at night, but strangely that was performed away from the truck.

Perhaps I should mention that having seen Beach Stone-Curlews its nice to complete the set with the Bush Stone-Curlews.

We have no idea if the semblance of plumes is similar to those that regale the plumed whistling ducks we saw. I guess everything that flies is related in some way.

Only the one, it disappeared when fellow campers approached the edge of the lake.

Since there is only one its unlikely we'll see any of the courtship displays grebes are known for. We'll keep looking.

At last .... the bird book says "uncommon".

While resting a flock of ducks, like no other ducks we've seen so far, flew past and landed just around the corner.

The sun could not have been in a worse position, they looked all black, with no distinctive markings.

A little while later, as the sun had moved, I looked again, they were gone.

But then the flotilla appeared. Pelicans and, I think, Little Black Cormorants.

I've seen such behaviour once before, on the Brisbane River. A flotilla of pelicans and others following a shoal of fish. No camera last time, and no fish jumping this time.

I think "yellow" will suffice. But which variation of yellow is beyond me.

We wondered if we were lucky enough to see a bettong, though more likely a white-tailed rat. But then we wondered about the long nose, and figured its a bandicoot.