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by July 10, 2019
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Hello, and welcome to Rescue! I'm the project producer, moderator and go-to person for any questions you might have... I'll be selecting stories to highlight, writing blogs to highlight your work, and later, curating a selection of stories to become part of a podcast series that you can listen to. I'll also be making an audio documentary about a site of landcaring, selected from the stories you tell, so if you think what you do is pretty special, do get your fellow carers to contribute so I c...
by July 10, 2019
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In early 2003 I bought my first home. The day of the move was a scorcher, climbing to 40 degrees. By 2 am I sat alone on the back step gazing up at the brilliant night sky, so different from the sky of the city I had just left. Hot and thoughtful, I wondered about the people who had been here before me and the ones that came before them. This plot once part of the Swan Coastal Plain Wetlands was now surrounded by colour bond, dominated by a modest red brick house. Over the back fence, the river ...
by July 10, 2019
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It was the beginning of wildlife rescue work - little information to go on, and not much known about our native fauna. We were living in the Grampians at Halls Gap when a deluge of orphaned and injured wildlife arrived. My husband at that time, a very talented wildlife artist, was more than happy to have all these fascinating subjects delivered by all and sundry. I had the challenge of caring for them. In those days there were no milk formulas. The vets and zoos were equally at sea. We learne...
by July 10, 2019
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One late night I swerve to miss a Kookaburra in the middle of the old highway, just sitting there. I chuck a u-ey, park, grab a towel from the boot. The bird shuffles and squawks, its fearsome bill opening wide, a wing hangs. I lay the towel over the kingfisher and carry it, quiet as a mouse, bones angel light, to the back seat. Too late to ring WIRES, I leave it in the garden with glucose in water, hidden behind the gingers. The noisiest bird in waking the forest with a cacophony of laughter, a...
by July 10, 2019
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Moving out of the city eight years ago I was thrilled to be able to move to a place beside near a nature reserve. I grew up near the Royal National Park, so it was almost like coming home. Having left full time employment to work as a consultant, I had time to appreciate where I was and pursue my art and writing in a more substantial way. I was stunned at the loveliness of the nearby forest and wanted to help protect it for future generations. Nature Reserves are such a tiny proportion of Austra...
by July 10, 2019
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The Conservation Status of the Eastern Grey Kangaroo is, according to the locals, " f**k'n millions of the bastards out there". They're probably right. On the 5km stretch of road from our block down to the village every evening, hundreds emerge from the golf course, the town common, the rubbish tip and the Nature Reserve - wooded public land on the South side. They cross the road to sup on crops and farm dams on the North side. Hundreds.   No surprise then, that I'm regularly stopping and ...
by July 10, 2019
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When you live on acreage you get to know the intimate lives of those you share the land with. Being a bird person, I pay particular attention to the daily activities of birds. We are privileged to have both Regent and Satin Bowerbirds around the house and they are bold and engaging creatures. You can imagine how pleased I was in December 2014 to observe a female Regent Bowerbird making a nest in the top of a tree not 10 metres away from the house. I saw the nest completed and observed her sittin...
by July 10, 2019
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Rescue: For as long as I can remember, I've been a 'rescuer'. As a child I would rescue ladybirds in puddles, worms from the footpath, hornets in pools, birds who had fallen out of their nests and even flies caught in spider webs (which didn't make me popular with the spiders). For sixteen years I lived in Manhattan, where non-human life was hard to come by most of the time, except for the city rats who'd be mistaken for large cats in the night light, or the ever present cockroach, an inev...
by July 10, 2019
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An agronomist once told us to destroy the Carex grasslands in our Home Valley, nuke it, he said, burn it then spray it then burn it again, thatll get rid of it, he gestured enthusiastically, it's rubbish, your sheep won't eat it. I thanked him for his time and promptly ignored his professional advice - thank goodness I didnt pay for it. Carex isnt loved around here, on the farms of the Snowy. Its missing from most farms landscapes now. In fact its so uncommon that it is now considered an e...
by July 10, 2019
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To the west of Sydney lies the vast and ancient Capertee Valley, isolated and slumbering, far from our urban existence. Twice a year, my boy and I drive westward, put our hands in the soil and together with a hundred others, plant a forest. In part, the valley is a microcosm of land clearing across the country for agriculture, denuded paddocks covered in coarse summer grasses under a baking sun, eroded creek banks, diminished wildlife. But its woodland remnants are also one of the last strong...