Pelicans Yes Ducks Yes Swans Yes

The Ranger and Terence follow Terence's footprints until...

Terence spots three sets of bird footprints heading off to the shore.

My parrots! says Terence.

No parrots here, says the Ranger. Pelicans yes, ducks yes, swans yes, cormorants, terns, grebes yes, migratory shorebirds.....

Yes! says Terence.

But the Ranger won't follow bird footprints. They continue to follow Terence's footprints past two more sand dunes until.....they come upon Gaius writing notes, and Katherine reading.

Guess what! says Terence.

Katherine looks up.

I can't do it, says Terence. All the firewood is stuck to the ground.

That's not the reason, says the Ranger. Remember what I told you? No gathering of firewood allowed.

Aha, says Gaius. My apologies. As a matter of fact I had no intention of lighting a fire, having only brought apples, but my companion here packed a bag of potatoes.

Never mind, says Katherine. No harm done. The potatoes will keep until later.

Very good, says the Ranger. Bird watching, are you?

And assessing the filamentous green algae, says Gaius. Care for an apple?

Don't mind if I do, says the Ranger. Will the little chap have one?

NO! says Terence. I'm going to follow my parrots' footsteps.

No parrots here, says the Ranger. Although you might see the odd feral ostrich.

Ostrich! says Gaius. Are you sure you don't mean an emu?

I mean an ostrich says the Ranger. There was a famous bushranger who roamed the Coorong on an ostrich.

You are joking, says Katherine.

No madam, says the Ranger. John Francis Peggotty from County Limerick. He was exceedingly small. He rode through the Coorong stripped to the waist and loaded with stolen gold jewellery. Shot by an angry fisherman. They never found his body. All that jewellery's still out there somewhere.

A likely story says Katherine.

But Terence believes it. He can't wait to tell Saint Roley.

He sneaks away, following the bird footprints as the smart Ranger taught him.

The Ranger leans back, chewing his apple.

Pity about those potatoes.

Do most people bring their own firewood? asks Katherine.

They do, says the Ranger. There's a couple about twenty k's up the coast with a good pile. Interesting types. She's a geologist and oh boy, can he whistle!