The forest has Fire, but it also cradles this:
Water roars off Litchfield’s sandstone plateaus, but like everything here, it is seasonal. May is still early in the Dry season and the land is ridding itself of the liquid acquired in the Wet.
Or call it Yegge, if you prefer; the Aboriginals traditionally recognise six seasons in Australia’s Top End.
The high rivers support saltwater crocodiles – and other, more delicate living things. None are more beautiful than the rainbow bee-eater, which swoops over the pool hunting insects.
Wherever there is water, there are birds. And they just keep getting stranger.
Masked lapwing
And more entertaining.
Rufous fantail
And more impossible in hue.
Forest kingfisher
A Walk with Wildlife 
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