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I spotted these emus on the pub at Hebel.  We saw quite a few real emus out in the paddocks and I have one more to show you tomorrow as we are leaving Lightning Ridge.

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  1. This image is a bit confoosing for my poor brain. Is any of that blue actual-sky?

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  2. what interesting characters ... I'm sure you'll see many of the real - deal emus before your travels are through.

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  3. I've just been looking around google maps at Hebel (which I have never heard of) - I didn't realize Lightning Ridge was up so high. I think I thought it was out near Broken Hill!

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    1. The opal fields out near Broken Hill are White Cliffs. I hadn't really thought about Lightning Ridge but there was a sign on the highway to Mudgee saying it was only 6 hours drive away and that got me thinking of going there one day. That sign isn't there any more.

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  4. What an awesome painting/mural. Love it!

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    1. It is lovely though on a very unassuming building. See the previous post for the full picture of the pub.

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