After an afternoon driving beside some of the old Ghan track at Beresford Siding, collecting wood from it and massive old nails, inspecting the old building and generally having a fossick, that evening I was lying in bed reading, and Darren, from outside the caravan somewhere, suddenly called to me to look out of the back window. There was a Dingo only a few meters away from our camp, a beautiful red/brown colour. She scarpered as soon as she realised she had been spotted, but it was my first close up view of one. We saw her a night later in the dark and Darren managed to get the grainy photo here.
Contrary to popular belief (Mother!), generally dingos don’t attack out of hand, and are more timid than we think – especially outback. The problem comes in places like Fraser Island where tourists feed them – that’s where the trouble starts!
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