Don't fence me in

At the Sewerage treatment works, Cooranbong, there's a row of wooden posts sticking up out of the water over there, near the middle of the pond.  Obviously part of the filtration fixtures because there were multiple parallel rows of them.  

With my camera lens aimed through the wire netting I hoped to get a reasonable photograph of all those posts ...

and, leading you along here, moreso, I wanted to capture this water-dragon as I know it.   Or is it known as something else; maybe it's the Eastern Water Dragon?

Before I walked away from the fence I could see something else coming along from one side, so waited for it to come into view of the camera lens ...

 here's the Chestnut Teal paddling by in a hurry.  I might wonder for a moment what those big dragons actually eat?  Do you think they could sample a Chestnut Teal if they really wanted to??

As I stepped back there was lots of this old-fashioned daisy.  I remember it from childhood days, and these daisies would grow on roadside verges, when we had dirt roads and no cement kerbs for many years.  Neighbourhood kids would sit on the grass and gather the daisies.  You'd  make a split in the stem with your fingernail, in which to thread the next daisy stem.

Did this happen in other parts of the world too?  Make long chains of threaded daisies, and then join the ends to make a daisy-chain for around your neck or a daisy-head-band?

From dragons to daisies; from sewerage treatment works to nostalgia; a little something different.