After wandering the grounds for a while, and patting wombats, koalas and kangaroos, Maria and I grabbed two good seats in the new crocusseum for the 11:00 show. The show was quite a spectacle, consisting of four half hour segments. The first was a snake display; a guy talking about snakes while his mate swam around with a huge python. Next came the tigers, wrestling with their handlers and jumping for pieces of meat. After the tigers, a bird display was the next act, and I expected it to be a bit of a dull routine sandwiched between the more exciting tigers and the grand finale, the crocodiles. But I was stunned. Two giant brightly coloured South American macaws were released into the open air stadium and flew from side to side just centimetres above our heads, to receive treats from their handlers, who roamed around through the mesmerized (nervous) crowd. The macaws were joined by a pair of Major Mitchell parrots and a group of fast moving Rainbow Lorikeets. After that exhibit, the crocodiles would almost be an anticlimax. Well, no. Not really. When you hear the sound of a three-thousand-pounds-per-square-inch pair of crocodile jaws snap shut, you kind of forget everything else.