Across Continents

Ken's Blog

Early morning in Dingo dell

May 30th, 2011

Early morning in Dingo Dell from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.

Not actually Dingo dell. A campsite five miles south of Kenilworth in the Mary Valley, southern Queensland. Incidentally, dingos – a sort of wild dog – howl because they can’t bark. Not suitable for children.

obpostlogo

Share

Playing with fire

May 29th, 2011

Almost midnight. Alone in the tent. Solitary pitch. Chilling howls. Unmistakably the sound of a dingo. A wild dog. Unable to bark. Even if you’ve never heard one before you just know. Numbers uncertain. How close I couldn’t tell. Hunting in packs. Circling their prey.

Would they venture into the camp ground? In search of easy pickings? Or too wary of humans? I wasn’t sure. Seemed to remember most attacks were on small children. Often mistaking the feral creatures for a family pet. Sometimes fatally so.

Toyed with how I might deter them if they approached. I’d a field knife. Razor sharp. But a close quarters weapon. Dismissed that option. Didn’t want to get up close and personal. Lighter. Bet the little critters weren’t fire retardant. And the flame might deter. Assuming I didn’t set the tent ablaze in the commotion.

Next morning I met Craig. He lived up on the hill. Dropping down to the camp ground to collect drinking water. Yes, he said, that’d be dingos you’d heard. Definitely. But few had ever seen them. Never ventured off the hills. Hidden amongst the woods and gullies.

obpostlogo

Share
James Crickmere and WordPress
Terms & Conditions of Use | Copyright © 2009-2019 Ken Roberts