Tag: New Soiuth Wales

  • 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!

  • Bird in Hand, Jemalong, NSW

    Bird in Hand, Jemalong, New South Wales, Australia

    A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, and Bird in Hand is waaaaaaaaay out in the bush! Handcrafted by sculptor Mike Van Dam, this beautifully-manicured chainlink mitt can be found near Jemalaong, by the side of the endless Lachlan Valley Way. It’s a glovely quiet spot on the edge of the outback, so there’s not a lot of palm trees around.

    Whether you’re finger-male or female, this exquisite statue is the perfect place to stop for a well-earned wrist, or simply paws for a moment of quiet introspection. The juxtaposition of rugged, industrial steel against the gentle brown and green hues of the wilderness makes for a striking visage that is, hands down, one of the most memorable and unique experiences Australia offers – pinkie promise!

    “This sculpture reminds viewers that we need to preserve and protect this important environment,” Mike clapped to a flummoxed reporter, “and its future state, such as native birds and all fauna, are in our hands.”

    The sweet, wattle-scented air cloaking the 6.5 metre, 3.5 tonne hand – which cradles a great white egret – is heavy with the cascading trill of waterbirds. Goannas, clinging to gently-swaying gum trees, peer out upon the vast and ancient land. That should be enough to hold your attention!

    Everybody’s hear about The Bird (in Hand)

    Mike really knuckled-down for this project, which he completed single-handedly. The amount of work that went into it really is mind-thumbing.

    “This piece was made from 1600 meters of 10mm, 316 marine-grade, stainless steel chain, with 38 links per meter and 4 welds per link,” Mike enthused. “This equates to just over 243,000 welds, which took eight months to complete.”

    My apologies if any of those statistics are incorrect – I’m relying on second-hand information here.

    Bird in Hand isn’t the fist Big between Forbes and Condobolin. Varanus and Heart of Country are also elbowing in on the action along the mesmerising Sculpture Down the Lachlan trail. When complete, 25 oversized artworks will be dotted along the remote stretch of road. It can be hard to come to grips with how exciting this is!

    There’s also a global arms race going on, with Big Hands in England, Ireland, Uruguay and Guatemala. All together now, ‘We’ve got a whole world of Big Hands!’

    Won’t someone lend me a helping (Bird in) Hand

    As the setting sun transformed the steel girders that make up Bird in Hand into an ethereal silhouette, Gordon and I realised that we’d lost hours exploring the sculpture’s intricacies.

    Rather than set off into the desert in the inky twilight, we settled in for a night in the bush, amidst a cacophony of bird calls, insect squeaks, and marsupial meanderings. Out here, in the ancient and eternal soul of the country, everything is alive. Even the statue seemed to bend and sway and worship the sky as the light moved over it.

    With a distinct lack of Michelin-starred restaurants in Jemalong, Gordon and I feasted on a smorgasbord of witchetty grubs and dung beetles as the stars and planets and comets rolled out above us. Ah, you’ve gotta love finger food!

  • The Big Fruit Bowl, Bilpin, NSW

    The Bilpin Fruit Bowl, Bilpin. New South Wales

    Aussies are berry much in love with giant fruits, with the Big Banana, Big Melon, Big Pineapple and Big Mango currant-ly amongst the country’s most popular roadside attractions.

    Consider Bilpin’s Big Fruit Bowl to be a sort of grape-est hits collection. There’s a wide variety of fresh produce all in one place, and some sub-lime sculpting skills on display.

    Despite looking a little tired and in need of a lick of paint, the Bilpin Fruit Bowl is exquisitely designed, detailed, and easy to take a photo with. At two metres tall it’s big enough to take one’s breath away, without being too large to appreciate the finer features.

    Whilst I visited with my platonic friend Gordon, I can imagine it would be a wonderful place to take a date.

    The Big Fruit Bowl is plum by the side of the main road as you cross the Blue-berry Mountains. The adjacent fruit shop and the sprawling peach, apple and nectarine fields behind it have been owned and operated by the Tadrosse family since 1985, and this Big Thing sprouted around that time.

    It’s possible to pick your own fruit on a weekend – the perfect souvenir of a delicious day out. Needless to say, a trip to Bilpin will be a fruitful endeavour!

    And then one grapeful day…

    Tragedy struck in 2019, when ferocious bushfires roared through the region and destroyed a large portion of the Fruit Bowl’s farmland. More than 6000 fruit trees were razed, causing $3 million damage.

    The Bilpin Fruit Bowl, thankfully, was saved from a flaming fate. Small mercies for some big fruit!

    Bilpin is a beautiful village surrounded by natural wonders. It’s possible to go hiking, camping and traipsing through award-winning gardens in a single afternoon. Or trot up to The Bilpin Apple Pie for a slice afternoon!

    The local cider is apple-solutely scrumptious! The pink blush variety will (fruit) bowl you over, and there are non-alcoholic options for the kiddies… or a tiny alien companion!

    Pull up a chair, citrus in the shade, and admire Bilpin’s Big Fruit Bowl!