We left Charters Towers and headed back to the coast and up to Tully. We arrived mid-afternoon and went for a short walk to see what we could see. Down by the river I saw a little head peeking out of a hole in a tree stump. I waited patiently for the body to emerge.
Running around on the ground were numerous Carlia rubrigularis. Along the boulder-lined waterway we saw a couple of eastern water skinks (Eulamprus quoyii), but I didn’t manage to get any pics of them. A large rustle alerted us to a major skink taking cover under a rock. Major skinks are the bane of my existence. They’re so alert and wary, getting close enough to photograph one has been impossible for me, despite the fact that I’ve seen them at a number of places. This individual was no exception, and I only managed to get a dody pic.
We drove up to the top of the falls and, while waiting for dusk, went for a walk down to the river. We saw nothing except the ubiquitous Carlia rubrigularis, so we started heading back up towards the car. As we were walking along, a slaty-grey snake came crashing down an embankment and stopped at our feet. Like a typical slaty-grey, he didn’t stop for long and was soon invisible as he made his way through the dense undergrowth.
We got back up to the car and started to drive back down towards the camp site. Along the way we saw a number of reptiles and frogs off to the side of the road.
The next morning we packed up and drove out, finally managing to see the one species we had hoped to encounter at this location – a scrub python (Morelia kinghorni).
Next stop, the Atherton Tablelands.