Category: People in Nature

Harveys Return and a heart-shaped rock
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Harveys Return and a heart-shaped rock

It was a grey and rainy day as I began my explorations around Kangaroo Island; my first trip to this wonderful place. I had just gone for a tour at Cape Borda Lightstation, located on the north-west tip of the island and one of the few square lighthouses in Australia. There, my guide had casually...

Dhumba-dha biik: Talk Country
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Dhumba-dha biik: Talk Country

‘We are committed to caring, for this place and those who come here, now and in the future.’ I look around at the 36 excited six- and seven-year-old students who have just completed their Acknowledgement of Country. They are bundled up against the cold but clear Melbourne winter morning and they are all eager to...

Farming in harmony with the landscape
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Farming in harmony with the landscape

Call of the Reed Warbler is a book that takes time to read. Over the past few months, as I’ve been absorbing all 500 plus pages, the country has simultaneously watched the farmers of New South Wales suffer through what has been referred to by some as the worst drought in living memory. The tagline...

Still steps
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Still steps

To walk is to journey. To walk is to chart the life you seek to live. Footfall after footfall, steadily towards the moment where you turn around and walk back the way you came. Every culture has the metaphor of the pilgrimage running through its fabric and in this world we live in today, it...

On the tail of the malurid wrens
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On the tail of the malurid wrens

I remember sitting with my cousin in my aunty and uncle’s backyard when I was in my teens, watching the local birds milling around the garden and bathing in the bird bath. The backyard was providing plenty of thrills for us novice birdwatchers. We watched the interesting behaviours and interactions of the birds and identified...

Secret love
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Secret love

My dad was a man of few words, except when he got together with a few mates and spun such yarns that Mum would roll her eyes behind his back. He worked hard as a labourer all his life and, despite having left school at thirteen to help on the family farm on the New...

Reconnecting with the South West wilderness
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Reconnecting with the South West wilderness

Looking upward, the Karri trees towered above me with their creams, pinks, oranges, yellows and deep greens curving up their smooth trunks, shining in the sun. Eucalyptus divisicolour – the scientific name says it all. My pack harness creaked and I breathed in the fresh South West air. As a black-cockatoo arrived at the branch...

In a big country
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In a big country

Everything is big these days. Big meals. Big games. Big news. Big risks. Bigger promises, backed by bigger lies. And today’s big is much bigger than yesterday’s, and will be much smaller than tomorrow’s. Yesterday’s big TV will be tomorrow’s phone screen. Everything is so big, and hence so uniformly forgettable, that when you come face to face...

Finding peace in dark moments
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Finding peace in dark moments

We walk to the beach to escape the lights. We pass the toilet block, the empty campsites, and the sign warning us of rips and currents. It grows darker and quieter. The beam from the torch gives us only disjointed glimpses of our surroundings. A twisted tea tree trunk. A wooden post. An escaped napkin....