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My most unnerving observing site was in western Sydney, off the old freeway. A dirt road led to a paddock, at least far enough away from direct light interference. I set up and observed alone, then remembered with a chill some gruesome murders had occurred not far away. Then, behind me, came the sound of breathing; being rattled I took some time to muster up the courage to turn around, only to be confronted by a horse, leaning over the wire fence, its face not 30cm from mine (guess it was just tryiong to see I this night time idiot had brought some sugar). I was so surprised I fell over!
That happened again to me in the Upper Hunter, on a cliff top site, where I was ambushed by an echidna; I couldn't see I was wearing a bandana or not.
I pick my observing sites more carefully now.
Fergus
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