Day 14.03

They contrast the lush greenery of the Foster Ranges, where he stood at the edge of the road. He eyed the van cautiously as we pulled up and switched off the motor. A few seconds passed as we watched each other in silence. His coat was thick and his snout sniffed high at the wind. When he was satisfied that there was no danger, the dingo calmly crossed the road, just a few yards in front of us. When he reached the other side he paused, as if to pose to ‘have his picture took’, before his sharp ears picked up the sound of an approaching truck and he disappeared into the under-scrub of the bush.

‘he paused, as if to pose to “have his picture took”’