One day in February Ozzie was up river about 18 kilometres. The main channel was reduced to a small stream as the dry season began to bite. He had been hunting a long, thin lagoon for the last few days. It had been teeming with fish and all the fish hunters - herons, egrets and storks as well as Black Kites had been drawn to the feast. In the watery mud at the southern end a group of catfish struggled. It was difficult for Ozzie to see where one ended and another began. Ozzie hovered low over the fish, feet dangling. The catfish panicked sending up a spray. Ozzie made a choice and dropped on a fish but he struggled to lift it. It was bigger than he thought and the weight dragged Ozzie back down. Ozzie tried to release his grip while he flapped to pull himself away. In deeper water a crocodile felt the vibrations through the water and pushed off towards it. As the crocodile crossed the pool his speed increased. The crocodile had reacted to the shock waves; he didn't even know what he was going after. Ozzie was still kicking his foot free as the crocodile closed in. Ozzie finally shook his last toe out and with two strokes shakily cleared the water. The injured catfish began to sink, touching the crocodiles lower jaw. The jaws snapped shut instantly as his head and shoulders burst up out of the lagoon, just below Ozzies dangling feet.

An Osprey chick was ringed in Scotland in 1998. In November 2000 the ring was found 4831km away in Gambia - in the stomach of a crocodile!