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
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
Bigfoot dwells in Australia, but we call it macropod. The term macropod is derived from the Greek words makros (meaning large) and poús or pod (meaning foot).
Macropods cover a group of marsupials that have large hind feet and which move by bounding. They cannot move their legs independently and often propel themselves forward with the help of their tails. They also raise their babies in pouches. There are several species of macropod including kangaroos, wallabies, tree-kangaroos, pademelons, bettongs and potoroos, among others. Today I thought I would share some photos of two species of macropod, the Swamp Wallaby and the Long-Nosed Potoroo, found at Tidbinbilla Nature Reserve, just outside of Canberra (Australia). Read more
The road through Bullen’s African Lion Safari was long and winding, really excellent for motion sickness. But the good thing about the park was that the population density of lions to humans was high, or so it appeared to this seven year old girl. Prey you make it out alive. Read more
Do you ever wonder how you survived your childhood? This is a question I ask myself frequently. Sometimes I think we survive in spite of our parents, rather than because of them. [Note to mum. Just joking.] Let me tell you the story about the day my family was nearly eaten by lions. Read more