Croc and crabs

This is Mr Bob. Or maybe not. He's a little on the small side, probably not more than a metre and a half, and so is probably Bob's cousin, Bub. But with luck (and lots of monkeys to chow on) he should some day reach his species' maximum length of six metres and graduate to eating larger land-based tetrapods. Ducks and crocs are natural enemies so I took the reasonable precaution of bringing along a sacrificial monkey to distract the toothy one should he deem my duck a delightful dessert.

Despite the downpour, Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve was fairly busy today, with plenty of people braving the woebegone weather for a meander through the mangroves. Unfortunately, for some tender folk, the uncivil chatter of bulbuls and shrill songs of cicadas were too much to bear and they sought the pounding solace of handphones which have as much beat and boom as the ghetto-blasters of old. I am certain the device achieved its designed purpose of driving away all wildlife, fowl and fair. Later, my duck was further distressed when he passed by a boy who pointed to a bird in the bushes and exclaimed, "Duck! Duck!" Something is sorely and surely lacking in biology classes if a skulking little water hen can be misidentified as a proudly, erect duck! Oh the indignity of being mistaken for an aquatic chicken! Other than that, my outing to Sungei Buloh was full of crab.