I was photographing on the course yesterday and an elderly golfer meandered over. Our conversation went something like ...
Old golfer: "G'day young fella. Watcha got up in that bush?"
Me: "A family of Gang-gangs."
Old golfer: "Is that them grey cockies with the red head?"
Me: "That's right. Beautiful aren't they?"
Old Golfer, (genuinely as far as I could tell): "We used to eat them!"
The conversation didn't quite end there, but I found it hard to be polite after that.