Down by the Derbarl Yerrigan yet again—afternoon walking—and there in the river water, by the end of the Harvest Street jetty, are a few whitebait sitting stationary in the water, their noses pointed upstream on the outgoing tide, mouths open to any bits of food and detritus that might pass by. At one point a jellyfish small and brown passes a little deeper down, with a group of trumpeter fish, I believe, feeding off its tentacles and the inside of its jelly dome. I walk on to the jetties closer to the apartments downriver, and walk out on one, looking down among the muscled brown pylons, and see there a couple of slow moving fish that look as if the pylon colours and rough edges have up and taken the form of a sea creature—some kind of browny, knobbly reef-type fish perfectly camouflaged in the jetty and boat-pen barnacles beneath…unless they leave them for a moment, however brief.