These little skinks were pretty much the only reptiles moving about on a hot Top End morning. They tried to make up for the lack of other species with sheer numbers. At one point, I lifted a small hunk of fallen log to see if any other interesting critters might lie beneath. This uncovered several dozen tiny termites and sent them into a tizzy, which immediately caught the attention of five or six nearby skinks. My sister Mary and I spent the next several minutes admiring a skink feeding frenzy.

I’ve written up an account of this three-week trip to Australia here.