Elected Members of Parliament are supposed to be smart! At their request they can have access to any established facts and argument from specialised Scientists, but instead the Dishonourable MP’s have wilfully been cutting the ranks of expertise(CSIRO), and listening to the lobbyists of the fossil fuel industry.
Money is the root of all evil? The Conservative coalition in power in Australia is taking us backward, pre-Unionisation of the 19th century. My family pedigree is at the bottom of the coal pit, in the cradle of the industrial revolution.
So when our kids learn the physics of climate change, and roam around the world via wi-fi to find reputable information about the situation of global warming now and predicted, the cracks in the generation gap will become a lot wider.
A law penalising Parliamentarian’s wilful deceit, greed, and negligence on issues like fossil fuels effects should happen now! At least the Federal and State ALP were making inroads to acting to prevent the worst of global warming.
Be Prepared! We got solar panels, insulation, curtains with some financial rebates, and I can report Renewable energy and energy conservation are starting to pay off in our household.
It is possible to reduce energy bills. and care for our children’s future in harmony with our knowledge of Physics and Nature – that’s what 250 years of curiosity and understanding have revealed!
When a writer like my mate Liz is confronted by careless neighbours who are making magpies fall from the sky due to pesticide poisoning with the cozy permits of local councils the pen must become the sword in the battle of protection for the environment and all creatures great and small.
As many environmental activists know, the most frustrating thing is our public servants who are getting a full-time wage and maybe a car are not acting on what we expect. Thus the ancient Davids have to use whatever is to hand, to write press stories, blog, organise placards, attend meetings, fundraise because what is common sense is mystifyingly suspect.
Praises to all the good folks around Greenbank who persevered against toxins in their home environment. It shouldn’t have been necessary to have to embark on such a long, drawn-out campaign which caused unnecessary stressors on relationships and between neighbours and the officials of their local government who should have the wellbeing of their residents as first concern.
The corruption of values doesn’t seem to go away. The interests of capital over people and the natural environment is real and ongoing all over the country and the world.
As Germaine Greer rehabilitated her land, a Gold Coast hinterland farmer had told her any organic agriculture was pointless on their properties after the Queensland authorities bought all the excess chemicals like DDT from the USA at the end of the Vietnam War, and sprayed it along every roadside and park for council weed-killing…….
They wouldn’t do this sort of thing in this day and age would they? It seems our elected representatives are willing to kill the Great Barrier Reef for short-term material gain, so we have to let the grand-kids know, sorry you can’t trust them to do more good than harm.
Good on ya Liz and Kim – you survived to tell the tale of the Aussie battlers of Greenbank, and now more time to sing and write and rehabilitate.
I have been suprised by many peoples heartfelt sense of loss for Steve Irwin(as does my husband). My first reaction on hearing the news was that’s sad…especially for his family, but that it really wasn’t a surprise considering his high risk behaviour!
When everybody got stuck into Germaine Greer for saying her usually insensitive way, I tended to agree with her, being a person who prefers not to disrupt the integrity of a creatures natural habitat.
Then again, my husband and I often swim against the mainstream feeling. The first thing we knew about our fellow Australian Steve Irwin was when we saw him being animated in South Park! So when we crossed channels from the ABC to see Steve approaching a deadly snake, and putting sunglasses on so it wouldn’t hit him with deadly, blinding poison we paid attention; I was hysterical with horror, disbelief and laughter, so were the Masai tribe who he drove to in need of extra water because the snake had struck him. He survived that one.
We understood that he could be so loved in the U.S. because of their adoration of the outrageous, larger than life characters. I took my neice and nephew to Australia Zoo and was impressed, especially the koala exhibit, but when I read in the newspaper extracts from his book about how as a teenager he grabbed Red Belly Black snakes out of the bush, five in one afternoon and took them home in his esky, I thought this is a lesson for our children about what not do do.
The fact is, Red Belly Blacks are are rare in some areas, and as they are the only predator of the more aggressive and predominant Brown Snake we are not amused. It occured to me that if Steve was a kid again, he would have been diagnosed with ADHD and put on Ritalin, but he was fortunate to have a father who had a passion that allowed his boy to use up all the mad energy,(his dad said, Steven was a monster as a kid).
I hope that the next generation are able to step back when they are out being Wildlife Warriors, and think throughthe cause and effect of what they intend to do to save the environment, and I hope that the grief felt for this Aussie adventurers death will trigger them into a committment to saving all flora and fauna, including us, by thwarting the climate change that is upon us, which will wreak havoc on our earthly paradise.
My sister’s eyes bulged and she gasped when she saw the price tag. Somebody had brought in a load of grass trees to the Fernvale Market, “From $40.00! They’d cost a hundred pounds and more back home!”
We agreed it would be the perfect present for my fussy husband, who is an avid native gardener. The stall holders showed certification to sell these living fossils to us and green-eyed, green-thumbed sister bought two.
It is always a marvel to spot the grass trees as we drive around the Shire of Esk. Xanthorrhoea species only grow in Australia and developed early in evolutionary stakes for flowering plants. They are very slow growing, but the mature trees we can thankfully see from our car windows are centuries old, the lifespan being 600 years!
Unfortunately they have been reduced due to careless land clearing and land development so when this is going to happen it is far better to transplant them than to destroy these awesome trees, although it is better to leave in their natural habitat.
Respect for this species is easy when one considers also the valuable use to humans. Without destroying the tree, Aboriginals ate the white, tender sections of leaf bases and roots, and collected the seeds to grind into flour. The resin at the base waterproofed their canoes, fixed their axe heads and spears. They also fermented the nectar to have a celebratory brew!
Early Colonists were also inventive, using the resin for their dwellings on floorboards and walls, stove polish, soaps, perfumes, incense in church and later in the manufacture of early gramophone records!
Check with the seller about where they come from before buying, then transplant into a well-drained site, water deeply once a week until established, maybe add a native plant fertiliser with low phosphorous.
Plant this Australian landscape icon. It is fire tolerant, frost hardy, and drought resistant. The flowering spear attracts honey birds and native bees and butterflies and provides a shelter for lizards. Of course the grass tree is agelessly stylish and a great investment for garden design.
If I were a platypus I’d want to hide,
I’d want to feel safe in my burrow
On the banks of Obi Obi Creek.
I’d be wondering why the walls are shaking,
Why there’s vibrations making me anxious
And my eggs all addled and sinking deep in the soil.
I should leave but where would I go –
Into the mouths of cats and dogs
Or squashed on the road like toads and dragons?
The water that runs through the town of Maleny
Keeps me fed and fresh and mates to play with me!
Will I be shifted by conglomerate greed, litres and litres
Of poisonous disinfectants polluting our water system here,
And fumes and plastic bags flying in the air?
The yabbies won’t like it,
Nor will the worms, the fish and the fly catchers, our feathered friends
Will wither and seal all our fates forever.
But there’ll be a concrete Woolies and trolleys making a racket,
Big food transport on daily shifts,
And we’ll be homeless, egg-less, and starving except for
The rats and crows and magpies and other pests.
Where is the Great Spirit of Protection and Reconciliation
To Save our Burrows and waterways for future generations?
By Roy and Julie McNeill – Fernvale, in support of the residents of Maleny who want to keep their town beautiful, and the creek that meanders through the town, a sacred, breeding home for our unique wildlife.