I think I have encountered it, ladies and gentlemen. My spirit animal. And what type of animal is it? Is it a dingo, a blue whale, a rare bird or a raw prawn? Well no. It is a duck. A very common native duck. Read more
August — lives in the moment, not for all time. And for holidays. Read more
Would it surprise you to learn, ladies and gentlemen, that Australia has the highest rate of deforestation in the developed world and that, although direct comparisons cannot be made. rates of land-clearing are on a par with Brazil? Land-clearing is accelerating the growth in Australia’s carbon emissions. Read more
I don’t know why my husband and I felt compelled to stop at the old cemetery on that fateful blustery day. Maybe it was our shared sense of impending doom. Maybe we were tempting fate. We certainly didn’t go there to take photos. So maybe it was intuition, a guiding hand. The power of the robin. He. Red-capped robin. Read more
Welcome to Canberra, ladies and gentlemen — the national capital of Australia, where the federal parliament convenes when it feels like it and policy is made on the hop in the
rabbit warrens corridors of power. It is also home to many rabbits. Read more
Rakali (Hydromys chrysogaster) — not your average rodent.
Super soft and waterproof.
Golden belly water rat twitches
his whiskers and preens.
Rakali, top predator of the lake. Read more
July — Winter. Fade to red.
I am the first to admit that July almost always represents the winter of my soul (not discontent; that would be going too far). At this time of year my mind tends to dwell on the negative and by some unconscious impulse, I dress in mourning. This year my existential July crisis has been exacerbated by some serious hypoglycemia incidents that I have suffered, leaving me wondering each night whether this will be the time I don’t wake up in the morning. So I often don’t go to bed. That’s tiring and ineffective. My little dog also requires a full-time carer. (That’s another story. Also tiring).
You know that feeling when you are so tired that you think it wouldn’t be so bad if you died but, at the same time, you want to cling on to dear life because your family, friends and animals need you? It is a conundrum. (My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, this is turning out rather more solemn than I expected. Also, Martha Kennedy has written a blog like this recently. Bear with me.) By some other unconscious impulse, I seek sanctuary outdoors. Made glorious by the sun and wind. (Sorry. I couldn’t resist). What did I learn? Read more
Our friends wonder why we don’t move to the country since my husband and I seem to spend more time in a neighbouring country town than we do in our own city. Sometimes I wonder this myself. I grew up in the country so I get a bit nostalgic for the “country life”. However, we can enjoy both worlds, town and country, as it is only a 20 minute drive to our favourite country market. Read more