There are a couple of quick things I want to pick up on Walker Corp’s statements quoted in this article, about their proposed development at #Toondah: theguardian.com/australia-news…
For starters, the idea that the development won’t impact eastern curlews because there are so few of them left is particularly grim: there aren’t many curlews left *because of habitat destruction*. That means every scrap of remaining habitat is *essential*.
2nd, migratory shorebirds are highly sensitive to disturbance. They live on a metabolic knife edge: each wingbeat fleeing from a perceived threat is stolen from their next migration. Eastern curlews are the most skittish. How much disturbance will building 3600 apartments create?
I’ve already addressed the nonsense that the birds can just go elsewhere earlier today. It should be enough to say eastern curlews are critically endangered and are notionally protected by federal and international law. That should be enough. Why are we still discussing this?
I’m just gonna keep tagging @tanya_plibersek every time I tweet about the environmentally criminal disgrace of this proposed Toondah Harbour development until she either blocks it or blocks me.
I used to write fiction. I had a book of short stories & a short novel published. I was writing weekly microfiction & trying to get another novel published - but god it was a grind. I was beset by all the usual, boring writer’s doubts.
In 2011 my old day-job was reduced to part-time, to be axed altogether a year later. At the same time my writing career felt like it was stalling, I was in my early 30s, & everything just generally sucked.
Though I’d never seen myself as a non-fiction writer before, I decided to try it: I’d grown up on Attenborough docos, loved animals more than anything since I was a kid, & I figured: maybe if I get really lucky someone will eventually pay me to write about my favourite animals.
Reluctant though I am to give any air-time to transphobia, Bevan Shields’ profile of Suzanne Moore (you couldn’t really call it an interview) for Fairfax is so exasperating and full of holes that it needs to be addressed.
Firstly, this has become a pretty standard way to dismiss people who object to transphobia: to cherry-pick the worst attacks (and to be clear, death-threats are unacceptable) and depict them as representative of the whole:
It’s telling that intolerance, to people like Moore or Shields, only ever works one way: people telling them that their views are objectionable are intolerant. But when Moore or Shields air those views, knowing full well the hurt they’ll cause, it’s merely “debate”.
Today I took my first trip to regional Victoria since lockdown ended & popped up to Mangalore Flora & Fauna Reserve, a great little patch of bush midway between Seymour and Avenel. While there I was treated to a show from this Gilbert’s whistler - the first one I’ve ever seen!
Here he is in a terrible video, singing his little heart out:
Besides Gilbert’s whistlers, other nice birds I saw today at Mangalore:
- white-winged choughs
- speckled warblers
- little friarbirds
- brown-headed honeyeaters
- dusky woodswallows
- eastern yellow robins
- brien treecreepers
- a white-browse babbler
- a wedge-tailed eagle
There’s so much to be genuinely angry & outraged about in the world, but there are also times when the option to default to kindness to one-another in the absence of other information can be a conscious decision. I’m no expert but I think that’s how we start building communities.
Some more context (from the phone call with the delivery guy): he asked my neighbour “Are you Harry?” & my neighbour said “Yes” (which he might be! Or maybe he’s Gary or Barry or Larry - it can be hard to make out what people are saying when everyone’s wearing a mask)...
A good news story, because god knows we could all use it.
Long-time followers will know of my love for Westerfolds Park in Templestowe, & in particular my obsession with the sugar gliders that live there. A bit over a year ago I spent many nights looking for, then finding them.
I became familiar with a particular family of gliders, found the tree hollows they lived in, learned some of their habits - the early riser, the shy children. Then I decided to give them some peace.
I went back a few times last year, but they weren’t in their hollows any more. I was told that gliders have a number of hollows in their territory, & they move around from one to the other throughout the year.