The Crocks

On they way home we stopped at the "crock bridge". These guys have lived here for a long time and are quite a tourist attraction. Who can resist.

This is one brave bird wading on the opposite shore.

No, these aren't logs in the water.

This shiny fellow just climbed out of the water.

Find the butterfly.

Someone was throwing meat from the bridge (bad boy) and these guys are going for it. The second one, who looks like he is laying his head on its side, just picked a piece up. I'm guessing they don't have much for tongues If they hung out like dogs, they'd be gone in childhood. The center one has a piece of skin on his snout and finally had to go into the water to get it off so he could eat it.

Don't mess with those teeth.

Found it!

This is what happens when a crocodile gets carried away biting his nails.

Leaf cutter ants at work.

Our last night abode. Nice that your jacket matches, Teague.

None too happy, dad.

We done it babe.
Back at DIA waiting for our bus.