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Animals on bikes

You might remember the Cumnock is the place where they have Animals on Bikes sculptures. Here are some of the whimsical creations found at various farm properties along the road.






Their website animalsonbikes.com.au says it is a 120km "Paddock Art" sculpture tourist trail located in Central NSW between Molong and the Dubbo Zoo, via Cumnock and Yeoval.  I could take up animal spotting instead of town spotting!!

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  1. They certainly require some hours of dedication. I think this is equivalent to the 'big' series. I like 'Hot Rod Hetty'.

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  2. So cute! What a cool series.

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  3. Oh I love whimsy... aren't they all gorgeous. Especially love the giraffe feeding from the tree :D)

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  4. Great find, I love it when folk have fun with sculpture. Much prefer it to the pretentious stuff that litters our cities.

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  5. I want this elephant! In my backyard! Now!

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  6. These are wonderful. Pretty creative!

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