Why can't I go buy a .22 any more? Martin Bryant - would probably be a good place to start.
With all this late summer rain we are getting, expect rabbit number to increase even further.
Some native species such ring-tail possum are pretty adaptable and use creeklines and railway corridors to their advantage. There is even a small population of long-nosed bandicoots in Dulwich Hill now.
A few weeks ago there was a fox sitting in the cycle lane at Homebush and yesterday i disturbed a large crow which was in the dense bushes beside the cyclelane and for some reason waddled out across the road just missing my front tyre instead of flying away. Dont know if it was injured though i didnt see it on my next lap. Not sure how i would have explained running over a crow!
Riding home from work one evening along the eastern side of the Nepean River on the path that joins the Log Cabin and Tench reserve, when my headlight picks up "something" up ahead. As it's pretty dark and the path is winding I slow down cautiously as I approach. Closer, closer, what the hell is it? All of a sudden someone yells out "Don't stop me now mate!!!" It was a couple, in the bollocky, having a romantic interlude in the middle of the path. She had obviously just been for a run as she was bent at the waist touching her toes, stretching out her hamstrings. He was helping her from behind. I rang my bell twice and gave them a "WOO HOO!"
A few months later on the same path, but this time I'm riding in to work. A mid winter morning and it is absolutely freezing. There are a few benches along the length of the path and as I approach one there is a homeless guy sleeping on it. I stop to see if he wants some tea out of my thermos. He's as cold as ice. I give him a good shake but nothing. He's dead. The cops tell me a few days later that he had a heart attack. I've seen a few dead bodies through work but this was perhaps the saddest.
Not on a cycleway but on the firetrail behind my house, I've been shadowed by a dingo for perhaps 3-400 metres. There was a pack of them behind the high school up here and they made quite a nuisance of themselves by terrorising the school kids for food scraps. Awesome.
When I still had a mountain bike, I went for a trip with my wife down the Cascades firetrail south from Dead Horse Gap in the Snowy Mtns. There were brumbies galore, at various places all the way down to the Tin Mine huts. We camped at the Tin Mine huts, woke up early the next morning and there were a couple of dingos sitting, just looking at us, across the clearing. That is a magical place in the early morning mist.