Dr Jacqueline Coombe

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815 appearances 3 recordings 3 series first heard Jun 2026 last heard 1 Jul

Dr Jacqueline Coombe’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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This site is very close, sort of within 100 metres or 120 metres of the local primary school.
It's very close to local homes.
People are quite worried about the air quality impacts.
There's also a big strain on the local energy grid for Lane Cove.
And then there's the broader issues around sustainability and water use, of course.
In a ditch where the road met the dirt drive up to the cabin, an impossible corpse lay half-eaten and shining with frost.
Naked femurs threaded through the sledge clumps, but much of the body was intact and lightly dusted with last night's snow.
The face was buried in mud, dark hair matted over bare, death-blue flesh and appendages rather like wings.
Human arms with gangrene black fingers and a thick coating of flight feathers, the dark brown of a Canadian goose, scaled up to human size.
Dad loved that cryptid shit, and I could imagine one of his society journals crowing about the Goose Man of Whistling Gap.
I nudged the body with a muddy boot, expecting plaster or feathers to flake away, but the corpse remained as it was.
I crouched beside it for a moment, trying to find the seams that would prove it was a hoax and weighing whether to call the cops or animal control.
Penny didn't like it.
She snuffled once at a darkened hand, grumbled a low bark at me, and then trotted away, waiting for me to follow her.
That decided it.
No need to break its peace with the stomping feet of authorities of any flavor.
Let it lie, the best policy in the Appalachian backwoods.
I whistled to Penny and set off across the snowy slope toward the forest opposite.
Penny sprinted on ahead, eager for a smell and a dig and a piss.
Deer season had long ended, and the spring hunt would not start until April, so Penny and I refilled the deer feeders and then went for a hike.
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