On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…nine crocs a weeping…eight flies a feasting, seven possums playing, six sharks a swimming, five kan-ga-roos, four cuddling koalas, three little penguins, two pink galahs and a kookaburra up a gum tree. Crocodiles are scary. Not that I socialise with them all the time. Some time back when I was doing a nomadic around Australia trip, we stopped off at the Adelaide River in the Northern Territory and hopped onto a boat to spot some crocs. Within minutes there were monster truck versions of the prehistoric animal flinging themselves out of the air to try and jag some meat off the end of a stick. I regretted taking the tour immediately as it was wrong on so many levels but as there was only one way of getting off I decided to stay. Crocodiles are THE peak predator with endurance like no other. Because they are the boss of everyone, they can eat whatever they like. But they don’t. They hunt only what they need, roll them around a few times and then eat when they need to. Yes, they do occasionally get confused and take a human who happens to be in their feeding ground. I think there is a lesson there that we can use over the next few days. Be selective, gather only what you need, roll it around a few times and savour it, chew slowly and enjoy. And as a special tip, try not to confuse your fellow diners with the sumptuous fare.
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