While walking the river two days ago I saw by the jetty a small, then larger, school of kwulla the mullet—the first school slow moving amongst the blowfish, then the other shooting quickly by, their side scales flashing, their light tinge of blue fins swishing. All this while an osprey is chased towards the cliffs by two seagulls a hundred metres upriver—the second time in a number of days I’ve watched him be pursued. The mullet come back now, swimming upriver this time towards the osprey. Midi the large pied cormorant pops up from out of the water, surely in pursuit of something too big—some of the mullet pushing 40cm, not much smaller than him (though I do recall a cormorant pulling up a massive flathead some months ago). The mullet turn again and push downriver. I walk the same direction, and in front of the hotel a hundred or so metres south I see a couple of other mullet, smaller, resembling bream, swimming in the shallows, untroubled—and this time kakak the small pie cormorant comes up, then washes himself, before taking off, wings and feet like the pelican, though shorter, smoother. Two Pacific black ducks swim nearby, right above the mullet, almost touching them, and neither species seems to mind. I move on. And on my way back, the mullet are mostly gone, and one of the ducks is washing himself like the cormorant was, before both ducks jump up onto a boat pen just above the water’s surface, and begin their feather cleaning.