The Rainforest Journal: Outing #14 – Day 4

(Tuesday 18-November-2014)


Alright there’s a mosquito right next to me squealing around, and what sounds like a Kangaroo crashing its way around the place about twenty meters away and an occasional loud bashing of wood which I assume is also the Kangaroo though what it’s doing I have no idea.


The mosquitoes and flies helped convince me that being clothed is the best option and the fact it’s actually hotter – somehow – without clothes than with them on. Naked, sweat just stays on your skin until it dries, while clothed, any stickiness is soaked-up by the garments leaving your skin overall drier.

Pied Currawong

Pied Currawong

Other than a visit from a Pied Currawong not a lot has happened today worth noting. Naturally, the Possum and Rats came to chow-out last night but I didn’t bother taking photos or hand-feeding any of them; since I’ve done that two nights running and as nice as it is, I don’t care too much about whether they take stuff from my hand to eat: long as they’re fed, I don’t mind much how much interaction I get out of them.

Besides, the tent ends up full of mosquitoes everytime I open it at night for any reason so less is far-and-away more where that’s concerned.

Honestly, who would've imagined a bird could have a butt that fluffy-looking.

Honestly, who would’ve imagined a bird could have a butt that fluffy-looking.

I’m pretty sure what’s needed here is a moving of camp. Much as I love the nocturnal diners and ‘saurians when they deem themselves hungry enough to come, I grow tired of the same campsite every outing. Well, when the animals are regular is fine, but the quiet periods get a bit on the dull side.

I brought an A4 sketchbook and pencils with me this time too, but completely forgot the eraser which is the drawing equivalent of photoshop with no Undo.

Beak full of bread to take back to the chicks.

Beak full of bread to take back to the chicks.

Anyway, there only two options that would up the stakes would be the Wild-Dog Mointains; Far, faar out tge back of Mount Solitary where packs of wild dogs and dingos hunt and eat shit and there are absolutely no trails, or further out along the Kedumba River; the safer of the two options, but also the least exciting.

To get to the Wild-Dog Mountains I’d have to arrange some kind of transport – a bus service might go somwhere near-ish, maybe not – because to go on foot would mean a solid 2-3 days solid walking – each way.

The Kedumba River can be reached in one day or less, but other than the convenience of having water on-hand, I don’t expect it’ll have much on offer that’s too different from here, just a further walk there and back.

The Rainforest Journal: Outing #14 – Day 4
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Animal-loving cleaner with a parrot.

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