No rain but a bit of a wet Friday

Once again on the road bright and early as have to be 35 kms away for a guided ranger talk on rock art and aborigine culture at 9am, but before hand we want to try and capture the elusive black cockatoo on a sd card......
So cruising towards rangers talk when at 7.55hrs we see three black Cockatoo's on the road side by a T junction. A quick emergency stop and U turn completed entirely safely due to no other traffic on the road, we alight and stealthily approach said Cockatoo's from the opposite side of junction, all the time focusing on them when all of a sudden, a convoy of five cars turn into the road junction and the elusive mummy, daddy and baby cockatoo are off into the tree tops never to be seen again. The 8am start staff for the visitor center however got to work on time......
Another U turn and we arrive at the meeting point for our guided talk, hit it off straight away with a couple, who begin to talk disparagingly about warm British beer....... Within two minutes of the talk everyone soon finds out he is one of those people who constantly mutters in agreement with the speaker, try's and second guess his final word, so as to sound as if he also knows the subject and not only agrees but laughs at the speakers non-funny attempts at humour...... So much so even his wife spent most of the tour apart from him.... One of us drops out of the tour having decided that Ranger Christian Uphimself is about to become the most boring, self indulgent jobsworth in Kakadu, the other perseveres, unlike two others who follow our drop out in the middle of his talk, but after an hour and half even our patient bite your lip hero, gives up as the temptation to strangle Ranger Christian and ask why he could not see he was boring everyone to death with his statistics, his condescending attitude, his dysfunctional manner of speaking, mostly in English but constantly broken up with aborigine that only he understood, became so overwhelming the sole UK representative returned to find drop out number 1, sat swatting flies....
We leave Kakadu and head for the Window of the Wetlands, a million dollar purpose built elevated glass viewing observatory with free to use tele-binoculars so as to view the bird and animal life of the flood plains and wet lands...... After twenty minutes we had left, thinking it should just be called The Window.
There were no wet lands they are awaiting some rain and the subsequent accompanying bird life......
Next stop Fogg Dam Nature Reserve, the dam, which the Dutch would call a Dyke, was not holding any water back as there was none, so apart from the 4ft Goanna that decided he would test and see how good the Motorhomes brakes were, all we saw were the same old Magpie Geese we have seen all over NT, the water pythons this area is renowned for were obviously not available for viewing due to the lack of their pre-requisite, water........
And so we find ourselves 27kms outside of Darwin, beaten by the lack of the wet stuff, parked up for two nights in a campsite, so as to complete domestic chores before reaching the top of the top end and our turn around point. However whilst I have been writing this sat in the shade drinking a cold but almost tasteless Aussie beer, I have been visited by a peacock, a ibis, half a dozen corella's and a pair of lorikeets, who needs to travel.........