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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Bowerbird Bling

G’Day Mob,

Last year you met our bowerbird (“He’ Back”), and admired his antics and his collection of bling.

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I told you he had thieved tomatoes, and bits of metal and a couple of nuts from the workshop; and we all thought this was cute.

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Down in the Dungeon

G’Day Mob,

If you google “Dungeon and Kwiambal” this is what you will find:

154 The Dungeon Lookout

This is the view I have seen several times as I’ve walked the marked track in Kwiambal National Park, about 40km from home, and peered into the deep gorge formed by the Severn River.

Several weeks ago I had plans to take the canoes and paddle the Severn upstream from The Dungeon, where the pools are long and deep. Somehow Brian got hold of that plan and gave it a shake. The canoes were left at home and Brian’s BFF, Col, was added instead. And now we were walking from the Parks-approved camping area, down the entire length of The Dungeon – probably not a Parks-approved activity.

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