But a fleeting glimpse of the elusive red tail feathers.

The flock seem to move along the coast among the she-oaks.

We've had what can only be described as a rest day. Pottering. Brief strolls to make sure the beach and the sea are still there.

We still haven't seen banteng cattle, or timor ponies, or samba deer. Though we've seen lots of cattle dung.

On the map in the Ranger Station this track crosses the peninsula to the main road. The shortest distance between the coastal track and main road.

There's a junction in the corner of the plain and a short bit of the thick bush before a small rise to harder ground and open forest. The other track from the junction rejoins the coastal track a little further south.

And of course when we looked, at the southern end of the plain, the detour track runs alongside a billabong.

Fascinated by the mix of yellow and red in the tail feathers of the one flying.

Nervous about smoke in the distance.

Until the compass tells us it is on the eastern side of the estuary, not our side.

It has an "H" on one face, an "M" on another, and absolutely no indication of its purpose. There is also a "6M" on a bit of metal that has presumably fallen off the post.

It can only be a marker post for something. The similar post at the soak near the campsite has no letters so left me a bit uncertain as to how deliberate it was.

A most unlikely find (for us). About 30m away high in a tree. The wonderfully camouflaged tawny frogmouth. Unusually (we think) alert. Sufficiently upset at our intrusion to move its head and look at us.

The birds we expected to see drinking are not to be seen - apart from a small flock of pigeons which dispersed rapidly.

A spring tide. Very low.

The sand between shore and reef exposed. We walked to the edge of the reef.

The lobster moved too fast for us.

A quick half hour. Back to bed. Then a sleep in.