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...wheel into the sky, crows playing chicken with the traffic. The tableau of roadkill they are enjoying looks like a multi-species suicide pact. There's the standard eviscerated kangaroo, but also an emu less than a meter away, head tucked under its wing as if sheltering from the wind that fluffs its feathers. Beside it is a foul-smelling black-and-white smear that might have been a penguin, for all the amateur pathologist can make...
Traveling through the Nullarbor at dusk, you'll often find a wedgetail eagle hunkering down on road kill for its final feed of the day before taking off, slow and steady, like a jumbo jet into the wind. Doug Pekin, 66, has something of the eagle's noble bearing as he goes about his business, looking for signs of strength and weakness in the landscape, keeping the wilder forces of nature at bay. "On the pay slips I'm a boundary rider," he says, when quizzed, "but the locals call me a dogger...
Tiaro Shire: Discover the magic, says a billboard. The brownish fields at Gunalda, 200 km north of Brisbane, don't look especially magical. But then you walk into a shop called Wind Fairies, and you start to wonder. Inside a room hung with blue velvet and decked with gold stars and Christmas-tree lights, Rhonda Gadenne puts a small glass ball in your hand, sprinkles you with glitter and says: "Close your eyes and make your fairy wish. May your magic come true...
...fishing enthusiast. The undertakers marvel at a new line of less costly but still handsome caskets that uses--gasp--wood veneer. Finally, they admire urns and cremation jewelry, which prove that even casketmakers can't ignore the fact that more than a quarter of dead Americans wind up as ashes...
...There is an end-of-world ambience to Srifa as the hot wind blows down deserted streets, stirring the branches of eucalyptus trees and banging loose sheets of metal blown off shop fronts by the force of the exploding bombs. Other than the few Hizballah men who dart between the rubble, the only other signs of life are the packs of scrawny dogs who lope down the street and a pair of thin horses standing forlornly in the shade of a gas station waiting patiently, it seems, for a master who may never return...