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As more & more of Suburbia moves into bushland & abuts National Parks we are intruding into there land . One spot I know of near Sydney is probably 25K from the CBD and boarded by houses. The Yowie's have a corridor to move quite a distance still , Just wondering if they could become like foxes & looking for an easy feed from bins .There smart enough to work out Bin night which could bring them in to locations close to bush .
Maybe our Bin hero Garbos might know of areas near a reserve or National Park where the find bins lid off & riffled through ?
Cheers all just a thought that occurred to me

Hello, Nargen
A woman and her daughter reported Junjudee, Yowie's much smaller cousin, lingering on the back porch of their property. They had just moved in, and the porch intruded into the surrounding scrub. Hearing a rumpus, the woman went out to investigate and saw several Junjudee screaming and taking off into the bush.
Others on semi-rural properties have reported Yowies watching them from the cover of the bush. If food is available, I do not doubt they will investigate the opportunity for a free meal.

Good question Nargen. Plenty of people in the USA have reported sasquatch going through rubbish bins. I don't think they need to for a couple of reasons, one being they are a predator and easily get their own food and secondly there's nothing I put out in my bin that anyone would eat. Seems like a desperation move or possibly being lazy but who has substantial amounts of edible food in their bins? Maybe restaurants do. Luckily Australia still has immense areas of bushland, it's quite nuts really when you travel around or see the country from a plane.

G'time of the day.
It's very strange that Yowii come close to people in a group. There are many documented facts in history that they always (or almost always) wander alone in deserted and remote places. And even if they come to people, they also come alone.
Here is one of the most famous publicly available stories.


Maupassant managed to get Turgenev to talk about it. Here is an excerpt from the novel "Fear", which Guy de Maupassant published in the newspaper "Figaro" on July 25, 1884.

THE HORROR OF THE RUSSIAN FOREST
"...And suddenly I (writer Maupassant) remembered a story that Gustave Flaubert (one of the greatest European writers of the XIX century.- Auth.) told us Turgenev. I don't know if it was written down by him or not.
No one knew better than the great Russian writer how to awaken in the soul the awe of the unknown, to show in a bizarre mysterious story a whole world of frightening, incomprehensible images. He was able to inspire us with an unaccountable fear of the invisible, the fear of the unknown that lurks behind the wall, behind the door, behind the visible life. It lit up our minds with sudden flashes of light, which only increased our fear.
Sometimes, listening to him, we understood the meaning of strange coincidences, unexpected confluences of circumstances, seemingly random, but in fact guided by some hidden, secret will. Communication with him helped us to find an invisible thread that mysteriously leads us through life as through a vague dream, the meaning of which always escapes us.
He did not venture boldly into the realm of the supernatural like Poe or Hoffmann; in his simple stories, the uncanny and the incomprehensible were intertwined into one.

On the same day, he also said, " You only really fear what you don't understand."

He was sitting, or rather lying, in a deep armchair; his arms hung down, his legs were stretched out; his gray hair and beard, flowing in a silvery stream, gave him the appearance of a father god or Ovidian river deity. He spoke slowly, somewhat lazily – which gave his speech a special charm, a little stammering, as if with difficulty choosing words, but this only emphasized the accuracy and colorfulness of his expressions. Her pale, wide-open eyes reflected every movement of her thoughts like a child's.

Here's what he told us. When he was still young, he once hunted in the Russian forest. He wandered all day and by evening came to the bank of a quiet river. It flowed under the shade of the trees, all overgrown with grass, deep, cold, clean. The hunter was seized with an irresistible desire to plunge into this clear water. Undressing, he threw himself into it. He was tall, strong, strong, and a good swimmer.

He calmly gave himself up to the current, which quietly carried him away. The grass and roots brushed her body, and the light touch of the stems was pleasant.

Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder.

He quickly turned around and saw a terrible creature that was eyeing him with greedy curiosity.

It looked like something between a woman and a monkey. He had a wide, wrinkled face, grimacing and laughing. Something indescribable - two bags of some sort, obviously breasts, hung down in front; long tangled hair, reddened from the sun, framed the face and fluttered behind.

Turgenev felt a wild fear, a chilling fear of the supernatural.

Without thinking, without trying to understand, to comprehend what it was, he swam with all his might to the shore. But the monster swam even faster and touched his neck, back, and legs with a joyful squeal. At last the young man, mad with fear, reached the bank and ran as fast as he could through the forest, leaving his clothes and gun behind.

The terrible creature followed him, running just as fast and still screeching.

The exhausted fugitive, his legs weak with terror , was about to fall when a boy who was tending a herd of goats, armed with a whip, came running. He lashed out at the hideous humanoid beast, which took to its heels, screaming in pain. Soon, the female gorilla-like creature disappeared into the thicket."