International Dinner Party

G’Day Mob,

We’re going to party!!!

I’ve come up with this crazy idea. We’re all invited to an international dinner party. You’re going to provide me with ingredients. I’m going to choose the venue and this mysterious world-famous chef is going to design our menu (by chef I mean the bloke on the left; the girl on the right still can’t cook).

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A Dinner Invitation

G’Day Mob,

In keeping with the ocean theme of the last few weeks I thought I would dig out this tale from a couple of years ago, but firstly you need to meet a few more of the Coolatai characters.

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Col you have already come across as he stumbled down the dungeon with us. Then there is Reg who builds small planes (www.aerokits.net.au), which we may, or may not, have referred to as flying lawn-mowers in the past.  And then there are Al and Lis, who run one of the finest properties in the district.

Ever since Al found out Brian used to be an abalone diver he has been nagging. What’s an abalone? What do they look like? What do you they taste like? I’ve never tried one. I want to try one, Brian. All this delivered with incessant clapping of the hands and an increasing volume of voice.

So Brian relented.

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Sacred Site

G’Day Mob,

The indigenous people tell of sacred sites. Of places connecting them to country. Of places where learning and ancestors, reverence and nature all intertwine, intermingle, weld.

This is Kianinny. This is my sacred site.

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Fat

G’Day Mob,

There’s really no way around this. The festive season has been fat.

This is fantastic if you are a cow, not so fantastic if you are a working dog, dangerous if you are an oyster, and if you are a blog writer ….. well you know what I mean.

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The Outback Odyssey Trilogy – Part 3

G’Day Mob,

 “For Lease: Boorara Station – 285,000 acres”the adventure continues…..

As the moon set over the cattle yards and the sun breached the eastern horizon we climbed out of swags and looked forward to the day. I followed the moon to the yards and penned my first Boorara animal – a big buck grey kangaroo. Most of the roos we had seen up to this point were the western reds, gorgeous creatures with coats of copper red.

We drove to the eastern part of the property and within half an hour had found a lot more than six goats. We drove over a stony range

OK, so "range" may be exaggerating

OK, so “range” may be exaggerating

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The Outback Odyssey Trilogy – Part 2

G’Day Mob,

 “For Lease: Boorara Station – 285,000 acres”the adventure continues…..

Wow, what a place!

There are twelve artesian bores on Boorara. These are flowing bores meaning the steaming hot water comes to the surface without the aid of pumps and until recently the water was left running and transferred across the landscape by man-made drainage channels. With government help all bores are now capped and the flow is controlled by valves and distributed by poly pipe.

The homestead artesian bore

The homestead artesian bore

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The Outback Odyssey Trilogy – Part 1

July 2013

G’Day Mob,

I had just walked in the door after a game of hockey when Brian casually handed me a newspaper advertisement: “For Lease: Boorara Station – 285,000 acres”.

Two hundred and eighty five THOUSAND acres

Two hundred and eighty five thousand OUTBACK acres

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So Mob, want to come on an adventure?

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Sneaky Dogs

G’Day Mob,

Once upon a time there was a big, beautiful Huntaway named Bo.

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Once upon a time there was also a border collie named  Manu and a kelpie named Wombi.

Once upon a time there was peace at Rocky Springs.

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Sleeping with the Enemy (AKA George & Richie)

G’Day Mob,

In 1991 I fell in love with a Kiwi and I have been sleeping with the enemy ever since.

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Our courtship spanned the Great Sandy Desert and the north-west WA town of Broome and I learnt that to love a New Zealander meant indoctrination into the culture of rugby union.

Remember I said 1991. That was the year the Australian Wallabies beat the Poms in the Rugby World Cup (RWC) Final and the New Zealand All Blacks came third. I was young and naïve and believed this was the natural order of things.

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A Salute to Farmer’s Daughters

G’Day Mob,

Every now and again in this world of digital overload, I come across a piece of writing that makes me quiver. Such was the case this week.

This week a young woman named Helen Bender confronted Australian politicians on their stance on the contentious issue of coal seam gas exploration that led to her farmer father taking his own life merely days before.

It struck a chord with many of us on the land, and it is with kind permission from Heather Pascoe that I reprint her quivering prose.

Thank you Helen for your bravery. Thank you Heather for your words; and thank you Dr. David Pascoe for sharing, in the first instance, this heartfelt missive.

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