Quorn, in South Australia's mid-North, only just keeping ahead of the clouds of dust we were generating.
And the squalor of the sewage pond? Does that quantify Quorn's quintessence?? Of course not! Our quest will be no surprise to quantities of inquisitive birdwatchers who regularly add to their quota while lurking near what is often the only wetland for miles. Or kilometres! But I digress …
As our quest took us deeper into the quiet countryside, a not-quite-right shape silhouetted against the October-blue sky (that's the SA spring weather for you! Or at least it was in Quorn, 2010) intruded into my consciousness.
'Stop the car!' I squawked without a qualm, an instruction with which Pilchard acquiesced, thinking (quite incorrectly) that I'd spotted a new/rare/unusual bird – like a quail with a thirst to quench...
No bird, but this bearded dragon quiescent amongst the quandongs (actually, that's a bit of alliterative license, it was more like a thornbush), a couple of metres (6') above the ground taking the sun and Quorn country air. Sadly, his pitch about to be queered by the clouds of dust about to catch up, as we quashed the quest for our previous quarry to take this shot!!
And was I qualified to quarrel with Pilchard's suggestion we quit our quest and return to Quorn to quaff a Quornish pastie?? Of quorse not!!
HHHMMMmmm... maybe I'd better quit while I'm ahead!!