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Not the big dunny


It's grain country so there are silos.  Would you believe the sign in the town says "In 2001/2002 a proposal was made to build a 'Big Dunny' in the main street with the idea it would help put Dunedoo on the map and help promote the town's unique name. The proposal was abandoned after public opposition."   Whew.

By the way, the name Dunedoo apparently comes from an aboriginal word meaning Swan.

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  1. Haha! I actually think the 'Big Dunny' would have worked as a tourism drawcard!! But maybe not the type of tourists they had in mind!!

    Happy travels!!

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  2. What an interesting silo! Have never seen such a house on top.

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  3. Go the good sense of the folk of Dunedoo!

    Love these silos. My idea of a country town symbol.

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  4. While driving around the US this summer I spotted large silos quite often, and now I really want to see the inside. I don't understand how they work--how the space is utilized. That's something I want to learn some day.

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  5. Can't help myself - reminds me of two big fat legs ...

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