I am so glad to be home for the end of 2013. Since September we have all reeled from one Abbottrocity after another.
I need some peaceful time where the protected Nature here can make me briefly forget how much it is under attack elsewhere, like at Bimblebox.
So the camper is off the ute and the wallabies have reclaimed it as just another shelter.
In their usual fashion, the critters here step up their ownership levels if I am away too long. This time it’s the wretched possum.
He’s been taking the odd lemon but now he’s eating my oranges. They’re not ready but I’ll have to pick the lot anyway, or I’ll get none.
His most unwelcome habitation here not only means stains of possum pee on the ‘guest room’ ceiling, but I get no fruit. The parrots leave me enough not to mind their share, but with a possum about…
Not a single Nashi when normally I get hundreds, no peaches, no nectarines.
How I miss my possum-eating quoll.
I am grateful for the flowering plants that neither the wallabies nor the possums eat — so far — like the Chaste Tree, the hydrangeas and the waterlilies, but my fruit and vegies are for eating, for sustaining my life here.
So how about the vegies, you ask? Well, I found that the bush rat has burrowed under the vegie garden netting and uprooted large parsley plants and lettuces and gnawed the turnips.
All minor annoyances, I know, compared to what others are threatened with.
I can only hope that 2014 will see the awakening of more people to the permanent damage the Federal and state governments are doing to their people, the land and water, and the planet.
These ‘leaders’ have become so extreme and blatant that one can only hope they have enough rope to ………………
Bring on the next election.