Category: Hunter Valley

  • The Big Magpie, Muswellbrook, NSW

    The Big Magpie, Muswellbrook, New South Wales

    An enormous magpie has taken over Musswellbrook’s Simpson Park. But there’s no need to put an ice cream container on your head, because The Big Magpie is a very nice chap and has no intention of swooping you.

    Local chainsaw artist Mark Ray carved the magnificent maggie from a huge block of wood. Pleasantly plump with a hint of a grin upon his beak, this perky passerine is perfectly placed for a photo op.

    The Big Magpie was installed in 2022, as part of an initiative to bring more culture to the region.

    “Muswellbrook Council approached me and asked about doing some sort of artwork in the shire to promote their past for tourism, and I was only too pleased to give it a go,” Mark told ABC Radio. “I’m just so pleased to have my artwork on public display.”

    Magic Mark took up chainsaw art at the ripe old age of 50. His father Stan – also a renowned artist – needed help with a difficult project, Mark gave it a crack, and he turned out to be a natural.

    “It was a hidden talent I really didn’t know I had,” Mark cawed. “I’ve always been able to draw, and if you can draw you can do this. It’s really not that difficult once you get into it.”

    I think I’ll stick to finger-painting, Mark – less chance of ending up in the ICU. Anyway, Mark makes carving a bird look easy as mag-pie.

    “I start at the top, get the head, the beak and the upper body all in the right perspective and then work my way down. However length of stump you’re left with at the bottom, so be it. So it’s all in perspective.”

    From my perspective, you’ll done a fantastic job, mate!

    One Flew Over the Magpie’s Nest

    Bigella and myself were expecting a warm welcome when we swooped into Muswellbrook – but we had no idea how warm it would be!

    With the mercury crawling past 40 degrees, the leafy streets were deserted, and our greeting party was reduced to a handful of curious faces peering through windows as we drove past.

    And then, through a clutch of Canary Island Date Palms, we saw a familiar beak. The broiling heat may have sent the locals scurrying into the comforting embrace of air conditioning, but The Big Magpie was there to usher us into the bosom of this gorgeous little town.

    Even in the madness of a midsummer afternoon, he’s fresh and inviting. Simpson Park is a delight, with plenty of trees to stretch out beneath as you take in the majesty of this wonderful wooden Big.

    Best of all, you can grab a mag-pie from Banksy’s Bakery down the street if you’re hungry. But the only thing we had an appetite for was novelty roadside architecture.

    Wearing custom-made protective eyewear just in case our new friend decided to get all territorial on us, we sidled up to The Big Magpie for photo. Between snaps, I took the opportunity to win him over with a joke.

    “What’s black and white and black and white and black and white?” I whispered. The bird remained silent, awaiting the punchline. “A magpie falling down the stairs.”

    Mark mustn’t have carved any earholes into his bird, because he didn’t even smirk.

    “Well, let’s go to the Railway Hotel for a refreshing cranberry spritzer,” I told Bigella.
    “Okie dokie,” she replied. “But we’d better leave the Magpie here. I don’t think he can hold his alcohol.”
    “Because magpies are notoriously aggressive?” I asked.
    “No,” shrugged Bigella, “because he doesn’t have any hands.”

    One Good Tern Deserves a Plover

    The Big Magpie might be black and white, but have you ‘red’ about the other flappy chappies spread across the wide, brown Land of the Bigs?

    Mark has chainsawed another two winged wonders for the Upper Hunter – a king-sized kookaburra in Denman and a giant galah in Sandy Hollow.

    The Crowtrap Crow is only 70km away, as the crow flies, in Pokolbin. You’d have to be cuckoo not to visit the Kookaburra in Kurri Kurri. New South Wales is also home to The Big Bowerbird, Stanley the Emu, and the stoic Cowra Eagle. For more chainsaw capers, go see Canoli the Cocky in Wagga.

    Take a short flight up to the Sunshine State to admire local celebs Pelican Pete and Katey Seagull. Logan Reserve is home to The Big Honeyeater, whilst Apple Tree Creek is famous for The Big Parrot. Might be time to take a sticky-beak at them!

    Chick-toria – oops, I mean Victoria! – has some handsome avians, including the ever-pleasant Bruno the Pheasant and the gallant Big Eagle. Then there’s The Big Kingfisher and a few Big Emus in Strathfieldsaye. They’ll flock your world!

    Adelaide has a Big Pigeon strutting around Rundle Mall. Loxton has a dashing Pelican. Canberra – that most passionate of cities – has some Kissing Galahs. Even Dar-wing – oops, Darwin! – has Chinute Chinute the Big Owl.

    And then there’s the big chickens! From The Big Chook in Moonbi to Charlie the Chicken, and Chickeletta to The Big Chook in Mount Vernon, these guys are all they’re clucked up to be!

    Oh, and who could forget the phenomenal Big Penguin? He lives in (where else) Penguin, Tasmania! Head even further south for an encounter with the swarthy George Bruny.

    Honestly, I could squawk about this all day!

  • The Crowtrap Crow, Pokolbin, NSW

    The Crowtrap Crow, Pokolbin, New South Wales, Australia

    Stone the crows! This black beauty can be found at the entrance to Crowtrap Studio in Pokolbin, and was created by revered local artist Chris Fussell.

    Playful and cheeky with a menacing edge, The Crowtrap Crow is one of the most realistic Biggies I’ve ever encountered. Individually-sculpted feathers have worn and aged over the past two decades, giving him more character with every passing year.

    The Crow is perched as though ready to take flight – a moment of action frozen in time. But what truly lingers on the mind are his wise, knowing eyes. Seeming to peer through time, they exude wisdom and compassion.

    Resting by the side of the dusty, peaceful, Palmers Lane, The Crow’s very easy to take a photo with. Accompanied by an orchestra of native birds, you’ll have plenty of time to take a selfie with this obsidian avian, far from the maddening crowds.

    One thing’s for sure – The Crowtrap Crow is no tourist trap!

    Something to Crow About

    The Crow serves as a quirky mascot for the Crowtrap art studio, and offers insight into the marvellous mind of Chris Fussell.

    “I like to try and capture the childlike joy of creating, whether it is painting or sculpture,” cawed Chris, who also crafted The Big Kookaburra in nearby Kurri Kurri. “Pushing the medium to the limits of control. It becomes a relationship between subject, medium and self, always fluctuating.”

    Chris has already left an indelible mark on the Land of the Bigs, but now he’s really spreading his wings. In April 2025, after two years of painstaking work, he put the finishing touches on a second Big Kookaburra.

    Similar – though by no means identical – to the one in Kurri, this king-sized kingfisher was plonked on the back of a flatbed truck and trundled all the way down to Donald, Victoria. He now stand proudly outside Kooka’s Country Cookies.

    I didn’t think I could like Chris and his work any more than I already did – but I was made to eat crow on that one!

    Counting Crows

    Everybody’s heard about the bird, but I’m not sure feather you know there are so many other winged wonders spread across the Land of the Bigs.

    The Big Bowerbird is about 400km away, as the crow flies, in Raleigh. New South Wales is also home to Canoli the Cocky, Stanley the Emu, and the roguish Cowra Eagle.

    Take a short flight up to Queensland to admire local celebs Pelican Pete and Katey Seagull. Apple Tree Creek is home to The Big Parrot, while The Big Honeyeater lives in Logan Reserve. He’s really sweet!

    Chick-toria – oops, I mean Victoria! – has some beaky pals, too. The rather pleasant Bruno the Pheasant has lured in Bigthusiasts for decades, whilst The Big Eagle is a newer addition. Then there’s The Big Kingfisher and a few Big Emus in Strathfieldsaye. They’re flappin’ fabulous!

    Adelaide has a Big Pigeon strutting around Rundle Mall. Loxton has a dashing Pelican. Canberra – that most romantic of cities – has some Kissing Galahs. Even Dar-wing – oops, I mean Darwin! – has Chinute Chinute the Big Owl.

    And then there’s the big chickens! From The Big Chook in Moonbi to Charlie the Chicken, and Chickeletta to The Big Chook in Mount Vernon, these guys are all they’re clucked up to be!

    Oh, and who could forget The Big Penguin? He live in (where else) Penguin, Tasmania!

    “I wish there were more Big Crows around the place for this to guy hang out with,” I moaned to Gordon as we drove off.
    “It’s probably for the best,” he chuckled. “That would be attempted murder!”

  • The Big Headphones, Newcastle, NSW

    The Big Headphones, Newcastle, New South Wales

    Yo, yo, yo! Put your hands in the air like you just don’t care about anything other than Big Things! This is Fatboy Big in da house… or, more precisely, betwixt the Big Headphones! Should you hip hop long to see these merry music-makers? Tune in to find out!

    Looming loud and proud in the Beats-ing heart of Newcastle, it’ll come as music to your ears to hear that these cans are absolutely wonderful. The sense of scale is astonishing, the artwork mesmerising. They fit in well amongst the trendy cafes and breakdancing youths that decorate this cosmopolitan metropolis. There are even some turn-tbles nearby where you can eat your lunch.

    The noble noisemakers were created by the talented Mark Tisdell, who certainly didn’t ‘phone it in, and danced into Darby Street in 2015. “I wanted something for people to walk past and be like, ‘What the…?’” Marky Mark revealed to a flabbergasted journo from the Newcastle Herald.

    Fortunately, Mark, I was slightly more eloquent when I first met them. But I love your work, brother!

    Play that funky music, Bardot!

    The Big Headphones aren’t just pretty, they’re practical. Dump your rump beneath them and guffaw in wonder as music from local artistes washes over you.

    Tragically, I was present for several hours without being graced by the dulcet tones of local legend Super Hubert. Rest assured, I’ve sent Newcastle mayor Nuatali Nelmes several strongly-worded emails and expect this oversight to be rectified soon.

    Novocastrians with musical tendencies can also plop a guitar or bassoon into the Headphones for an impromptu performance. However, when I plugged in a microphone and launched into a medley of Sheb Wooley classics, I was subjected to a series of cruel taunts. The Monster Mash is wasted on some people.

    The hefty Headphones are just a dubstep and a jump from the Big Doc Martens. For more musical marvelry, check out the Big Golden Guitar, the Big Playable Guitar, and the Colossal Compact Disc. It would be a sound decision to visit them all!

    Oh, and it should go without saying, but after this dalliance I certainly consider myself a phonosexual!

  • The Big Doc Martens, Newcastle, NSW

    The Big Doc Martens, Newcastle, New South Wales

    The Big Doc Martens make for a socking sight in the middle of Newcastle, and I certainly wouldn’t like to bump into the miscreant large enough to wear them! Their punk rock swagger and detailed feet-ures are more than enough to earn my heel of approval.

    These hedonistic headkickers live outside the Famous Rock Shop, which is overflowing with leather jackets and vinyl records from bands with scary names like Cannibal Corpse and Savage Garden. If you’re after the latest Belinda Carlisle cassette, however, I’ll save you a trip. They don’t have it.

    The Big Docs are a faithful recreation of the popular romper stompers, down to their laces and stitching. It’s possible to step inside, but punks aren’t known for their lofty hygiene standards, so Gordon entered sole-o. He can now add the Big Fungal Infection to his list of experiences.

    Body modifications are also available, and it was all I could do to stop Gordon from getting his nipple pierced. However, there was no getting between him and aPrince Albert. He’ll regret that when he gets older – trust me.

    If you’re crazy for clogs, The Big Ugg Boots aren’t far away in Thornton. Keep driving and you’ll find The Big Roller Skate and The Steel Stilettos and The Big Shoe. They’re all toe-tally awesome!

    Gordon and I were so taken by the Big Doc Martens that we briefly considered forming a white nationalist skinhead gang and going on a violent rampage through the streets of Newcastle. But it seemed like a lot of effort and neither of us wanted to cut our hair, so we went out for banana daiquiris instead.

    Oh, and whilst you might think they’re twins, these boots are actually step-brothers. Anyway, I got a real kick out of meeting them!

  • The Big Pencil, Newcastle, NSW

    The Big Pencil, Newcastle, New South Wales

    2B or not 2B, that is the question. And the answer, of course, is not 2B, as the perky Pencil is clearly an HB, the most princely on the graphite grading scale.

    Positioned beneath the jaw-droppingly beautiful Nobbys Lighthouse along Newcastle’s eastern beaches, he doubles as a seat from which to enjoy this glorious part of the world. Despite what you may think, the area’s not sketchy at all!

    And don’t worry, this scribbly sensation won’t be going anywhere, because he’s stationary. Now that’s worth writing home about!

    I’ve been lead to believe the Big Headphones and Ossie the Mossie are nearby, but what about a Big Sharpener? I’d hate for this crazy crayon to get blunt!

    Time to pencil in a visit to Newie, Big Thing lovers!

  • Wo-Man, Garland Valley, NSW

    Wo-Man, Garland Valley, New South Wales

    As a passionate supporter of the LGBTQI+ community, it’s my pleasure to introduce Australia’s very first transgender Big – the voluptuous Wo-Man! Xe is loud and proud and shimmers like a disco ball, bedazzling all who venture into the backwoods of Wollombi.

    This remote location is a surprising home for such a progressive Big, who’s happy to show off xis ample bosom and metallic member for anyone to see. Xe has legs for days and is the true monarch of the forest, so if you think I sound jealous, I am!

    An abandoned service station, rotting furniture and desolate fields make for a lonely yet unique home for Wo-Man, and there’s even a rusting yacht on site, despite being hours from the coast. It’s like a scene from a bloodthirsty horror movie, with Wo-Man playing the part of the buxom beauty!

    Beauty and the Beast


    There’s trouble in paradise, however, and I must issue a serious warning to those planning to visit Wo-Man, as xis owner is a real oddball and not particularly welcoming of those who stop for a photo. In an unprovoked and hyper-aggressive display of male fragility, I was verbally and emotionally abused by the heavily-bearded tough guy as he grilled some sausages, leaving a group of disgusted customers gaping in disbelief. As the vicious words crashed down upon me, I sensed Wo-Man shuddering.

    I would’ve thought someone who built a four-metre-tall trans friend to keep himself company in remote bushland would be more open-minded. Then again, if I owned a Big Thing – especially one as alluring as Wo-Man – I’d probably be a tad possessive, too!

    My suggestion is to pull up, say a quick hello to Wo-Man as you snap a selfie, then drive off before the hate speech starts flying. Hopefully this gentleman’s sausage sizzling skills are better than his social abilities, because he certainly left a sour taste in my mouth!

    My heart weeps to think of Wo-Man being trapped in such a toxic environment, but it’s not my place to get involved. Not just because xe is big enough to fend for xirself, but because xe simply wouldn’t fit on the back of my scooter. Hopefully one day xe’ll meet someone who treats xem the way xe deserves – maybe the hardworking Big Gold Panner, the brave Big Knight, the bashful Coota Giant, or even Matilda. Until then shine on, you crazy diamond!

  • The Big Wine Bottle, Pokolbin, NSW

    The Big Wine Bottle, Pokolbin, New South Wales

    Wine me, dine me, 21-foot-nine me! No visit to New South Wales’ Wine Country is complete without sharing a cheeky glass of red with this vine fellow, who’s been baffling drunkards since 1998.

    The Big Wine Bottle takes pride of place at the sprawling Hunter Valley Gardens, which offers an array of restaurants and gift shops against a backdrop of rolling fields. A visit is a grape opportunity to eat your body weight in cheese and have a blood alcohol level higher than your age by 11am.

    The Bottle’s bulbous bottom has space for an open fire – perfect for those chilly winter nights – with the neck forming a charming chimney. He’s located in the shade of a pleasant tree and, like the similarly-sized Big Bundy Rum Bottle, it’s no cham-pain to grab a photo, so wine not see him today?

    If you’re on a winery tour of Big Things, pop over to Rutherglen to drink in the delights of their 36-metre-tall bottle! Oh, and you’ll need a Big Corkscrew, which you can find in Berrima!

    I visited the Pokolbin Wine Bottle during a chum’s Hen’s Night, and unfortunately overindulged on Tyrrell’s Pinot noir and chocolate macarons. I ended up bursting into tears and wailing about how I’ll never find a giant roadside attraction who’ll love me for me, and a sémillon other silly things. Thankfully, when I woke up the next morning, the world looked a little more rosé.

    I told that joke to the Big Wine Bottle, but he just gave me a sauvignon blanc stare.

  • The Big Kookaburra, Kurri Kurri, NSW

    The Big Kookaburra, Kurri Kurri, New South Wales, Australia

    You need to ‘Kurri’ along and see this winged wonder, and that’s no laughing matter!

    The king-sized kingfisher landed in 2009, stands a regal 4.5-metres tall, and was built to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the nearby Hydro Aluminium smelter. As you can see from the photos, he’s absolutely beautiful, and local artist Chris Fussell obviously put a lot of love and care into his work.

    Honestly, the craftsmanship is delightful, and the Big Burra should be considered a genuine work of art. I’ve seen some gorgeous roadside attractions, and none surpass this winged wonder.

    His claws are made out of old horseshoes and his feathers have been individually forged, so he’s a step up from most of his fellow Bigs.

    The Big Kooka takes pride of place in the centre of Col Brown Park, peering out on some pawn shops and the local Centrelink. You could do worse than enjoying the warm feather by sharing your sandwich with the big boy on a pleasant afternoon. They also sell Big Kookaburra magnets across the road at the tourist information centre, which is a plus!

    Another of Mr Fussell’s flappy friends – The Crowtrap Crow – can be found in nearby Pokolbin. The Big Ugg Boots and Ossie the Mossie are also nearby, making for a great day hunting down Big Things. You can enjoy this fascinating fowl and then hop along to the nest ginormous statue.

    Or you could include this beaked beauty in a tour of all the amazing avians this country has to offer, such as Pete the Pelican, the Big Parrot, Chinute Chinute and ‘Stunning’ Stanley the Emu. You’d be cuckoo not to!

    The Big Kookaburra’s flappin’ magnificent and available seven days a beak, so chick him out! But beware, your time with him will fly by!