Returning to Thargomindah after six days to repair the fuel strainer (gascolator if you are North American), we found that some Zebra Finches had decided that the RV was a good starting place for their younguns. (If only I could fly like an RV4 mum?). In this case it's not "make hay while the sun shines, more like "make babies while the big wet lasts".
Think I'll be carrying cowl plugs from now on whenever I'm heading west.
