Carl really goes on a field trip this time

Yeh, so forget about your imposter Carl the Crocodiles, who may or may not go on a so-called "field trip".  I went on an actual field trip today and not a lame cartoonist, zookeeper or school child in sight.

One of the high points was recreating the famous Fountain of Nimes tableau.

THE FOUNTAIN IN NIMES
(Source: Keeper's Holiday Snaps)

SPOT THE DIFFERENCE
(Source: field trip photo-shoot)

Check out the pictures on either side.  Left is the majestic fountain discussed briefly earlier (see May 30 post).  Right is my little tribute.  It was shot in Ashford.  Cool huh?

The Ashford one was a scary experience.  Can't see any water at the moment, can you?  Trouble is, you just don't know when it's gonna shoot.

JUST BIDING MY TIME
(Source: Carl's Field Trip)

But the whole field trip wasn't spent trying to recreate human stuff like fountains and that.  No, I also got a chance to do what crocs do best: bask and survey.  There's nothing quite like sitting on the river bank, waiting for some unsuspecting mammal to wander by.  Not that you get much more than bullheads and sticklebacks.  No matter, it's the anticipation that matters.

You can see the pic on the left there.  I'm in me element, init.  You can't actually see in the picture, but this big juicy bullhead just went swimming by.  If it wasn't for the big gallumphing footsteps of the Keeper, I'd of been in there, deathrolling that tasty little chappy.

It's a waiting game, though.  And that's what crocs do.  They wait.  That way, they maximise their chances and therefore their dinner.

I LIKE BROWN WATER
(Source: Carl's Field Trip)

We took in a bunch of stuff on the Field Trip.  After a while the keeper said he wanted to take me somewhere else.  The way he described it, I thought it was gonna be some fetid swamp.  A dream location, in other words..  Not quite, but it turned out to be something similar, although there wasn't much croc food on the menu.

It was OK, though.  As a rule, crocs like brown water with scum floating on the top, and there seemed to be and endless supply of it.  I thought it was a croc thing, but the Keeper also seems to be a fan of fetid swamp water.

So, yeh.  Not a bad field trip

To be honest, I'm just enjoying the last few precious days of freedom before I am sold into a life of slavery.  Unless, dear reader, you deliver me by means of your sweet purchase power...

Bottoms up.

Carl