There is great joy found mostly, when riding in the country, agreed ... but disturbing things can happen as well. It's not the encounters with the wildlife, the wildlife is usually fine, but the warning signs about encountering the wildlife can be somewhat disturbing.
Like these signs that I found on the Great Divide, in the Upper Lachlan Region of New South Wales, during June.
Such as this one near Broken Bridge, warning to be on the lookout for Wombats with shotgun blast acne. I presume that's because the authorities aren't sure if this acne is catching, particularly now in NSW National Parks or like how the Hendra Virus has jumped between the species?
... and for Wombats wearing gas masks. Although leaving the hamlet of Roslyn, I was more worried about the arborist who pruned that tree ... which caused me to have flashbacks to the horror flick
The Middle Arm Road Chainsaw Massacre.
Another sign that I found confusing was one that I rode over,
SESROH ON. Which I'm guessing was either in the Cyrillic script or very Old Latin. If I had ridden back over it and gone back into town, I could have asked one of the locals in Taralga what it meant, I guess.
I did have a few disturbing encounters with the wildlife ... especially the rural wildlife.
A mutant-hybrid Black-Backed Magpie with pigeon toes ... which I've renamed Gymnorhina columbæ digitorum (spp. Phaps hudsonii).
If you needed a pillow during the horror films
The Isle of the Damned,
Wasp or Hitchcock' classic
Birds ... be mindful of where you camp in the Upper Lachlan.
One particularly disturbing thing happened when I was on the Bicentennial National Trail, when the trail went through the town of Taralga. As I approached the oldest two story building in the Upper Lachlan Region, the guard dog at the house ran away from me. I know that dogs have an acute sense of smell ... but that dog was just being ridiculous.
I did actually have an attack of the Plovers on the Bannaby Range. It took awhile to encourage them to be in the shot, but they came good when (ever) I turned my back. I spent an hour playing with these low-light rainy-day Plovers.
I must go into the rural countryside again, soon ... to where the sheep look like Musswellbrook coal miners.
Warren.