Scary Shark.

Last night when we went to the usual Saturday night Chinese, there was a big group of people out on the boat ramp which can be seen from the restaurant. We weren’t really sure what was going on, until they started using this winch which holds up a big fish you’ve caught. They’d caught a Mako shark, about three metres long. It was huge!

So this is bad for many reasons, the worst of which is it reinforces my fear of sea water to go swimming in. I blame my parents for allowing me to see Jaws at an early age. And I felt sorry for the shark, because he/she probably was just out there minding its own business when it got hooked by these people. A 40 minute struggle (the other half went out to find out more about what happened) followed by two large hooks into the side of the fish because they couldn’t get it into the boat. It wasn’t humanely killed. I’m not sure how you humanely kill a shark. I guess you don’t.

But I think since swimming in the sea I have gained a new respect for fish. They’re not the stupid little creatures people make them out to be. I find it more difficult to eat them now.

The Chinese owner went out and talked them into giving him the shark fins, he gave them a couple of bags full of Chinese food in return.

animals, country life, food

red belly black snake how to bait

Someone got to my blog by searching for that. Just in case further people are looking for how to bait a red belly black snake, my advice is DON”T DO IT! These snakes are very timid creatures and will leave you alone unless you threaten them. If you have an issue with one, call in a TRAINED PROFESSIONAL who knows how to handle snakes, because these things are very poisonous and can kill you. Especially if you don’t know what you are doing.

How do you find a trained professional? Usually in the yellow pages or phone book under snake catcher.

Seriously though, this isn’t something you can learn on the internet. Messing with snakes can be dangerous. I advise against it.

And someone just got here by looking for how to kill a red belly black snake again, DO NOT GO NEAR A SNAKE unless you are a trained professional!

Call a snake catcher. NOW.

Snakes

Stuff.

This morning we went snorkelling in our usual lovely location. While driving there, right in front of us a red bellied black snake crossed the road. I was pointing and screaming look, it’s a red bellied black snake! They are venomous but also quite timid and very good at hiding. You could walk past one in the bush and not even know it. At Sydney zoo they have about 10 of them together in an enclosure and sometimes the keeper does a talk in there, but he usually brings in snakes in big garbage bins because the likelihood of finding any of the 10 that live in the enclosure is somewhat low. You can walk around the enclosure, looking and looking, and never see a single snake.

After the wonderful snorkelling time, and we saw *squids* which was incredible, I was chasing them around the bay, we went to vote. More snakes, in the form of the people who hand out the election pieces of paper as you try to get into the polling place, were encountered. Including one guy from the greens who got pretty upset that we wouldn’t take his piece of paper, and it almost became a fight when my other half laughingly sneered at what he said to us. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away, fast!

The piece of paper for the other house was *huge*. I have never seen anything that big. It was at least half my height, and probably almost as long as the snake we saw crossing the road. And there were parties on there I’d never heard of, including the horse riding party. What the heck? I pity the poor people who are going to have to unfold all of those, and try to read the votes.

After a morning spent with the fishes, how could I help but vote for the fishing party? The more time I spend snorkelling and watching the fish, the less likely it is I’ll ever be able to go fishing again. But the horse riding party tempted me.. somewhat.. but I had no clue what they stood for, so maybe next time they should try and get the word out there. I will be honest and say I did not choose to fill in every box below the line – I would have been there for hours.

politics, Snakes, snorkelling

Moments

I sent the other half out to water the plants while I did some stuff in the kitchen. Maybe 10 minutes later he was knocking on the door, so when I went to see what was going on he pointed out a little bird that was hiding among the pots to me which was not well – it looked injured.

So we have these fantastic volunteer groups in Australia which take in injured wildlife and take care of them, hoping to release them into the wild. While the other half got the bird and put it into a box with a blanket, I got on the phone to find out where to take it.

It’s times like this where I realise I’m not as country as I think I am. First, the directions which were given to me did not even include a street number. It was basically – past the SES, then past some bushy land, then you go over a bridge, and it’s the first white picket fence after the bridge, just before you start to go uphill.

The reason we were sent here was because it was supposedly closer than the other place she was going to give me directions to. I politely did not mention that I once held an injured emu on my lap for 30kms until we could get it to a vet and the place she was telling me to go was way less than that!

A moment for the emu story – we were driving up from Adelaide and about 30kms out of Hay we found a emu sitting in the middle of the road. We actually had a full car loaded with stuff which we were bringing up here because we were moving. The LCD tv was on the back seat covered in a blanket, but the other half and I cared little about grabbing it to wrap the emu in and we picked it up off the road because there were cars around.

She seemed to know we were trying to help her. We didn’t know how injured she was and if it had been badly I don’t know what we would have done but it just looked like a small graze and she seemed to be in shock, and there was no way we were leaving her by the side of the road to die. I was worried that she might have broken a leg. If that was the case they generally don’t try to help them, they just put them down. Emus only have two legs. We knew enough about emus to know it was a she.

So the other half looked at me and said what do we do, and I said well, let’s take it to the vet, there will be a vet in Hay I’m sure. He said, but the car is full, where will we put her? I said, on my lap I guess. He looked at me and said – You know, Emu’s can be really nasty creatures, she might start to peck you. I looked the emu in the eye and it looked back at me, and I said nah, it’ll be fine. I can’t really describe that moment, it’s just that I knew it would be ok.

So I got in the car, he put the emu on my lap, and these aren’t small birds, you guys. This thing would have easily weighed 20kgs, so it was heavy. She was all wrapped up so it couldn’t try to stand up, and she was resting her neck on my arm and looking at the other half. I had both arms around it to keep it from falling off my lap. Her head was over near the other half, and she was looking around quite calmly, and at one point she put her head on the other half’s shoulder.

We dropped her off at the vet in Hay, and called back a week later, the emu was going well and back on her feet, they knew who owned her because she was from an emu farm, and she was going back to them soon.

It was a somewhat life changing experience, and I wanted to work with wildlife after that, but so far I haven’t actually done it – I don’t really have the right situation at home because of the two cats. And the animal shelter haven’t got back to me either. I’m going to have to get onto that I think.

So I hope the little bird survives. I don’t know how it got injured but maybe a cat got it. Being a cat owner who has two cats that are indoor only for their safety as well as the wildlife and meaning no offense to anyone reading this, I find it difficult to understand people that can let their loved pets go out – there’s snakes, there’s cars, there’s heaps of dangerous things but worst of all, what of the damage their animals can do to the native wildlife?

I once lost a cat to a snake bite. He crawled all the way home, and he almost made it. For two days we looked everywhere for him, I was very upset, then a housemate discovered him in the long grass, fur matted with grass seeds as he had struggled to get back to us and to safety and that was the moment I decided that future cats would be indoor animals from then on. He was less than 20 metres from the front porch where I had sat calling him and wondering where the heck he could be.

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Surprises..

Rabbitch posted about this yesterday, and now I’m laughing myself hysterical as well.. :)

As we were walking up the street to my parents for dinner tonight, we saw the little stray cat that likes to visit the windows of my house and upset the kitties and hide in the storm water drains when anyone approaches her, in the drain, with three little kittens. Four cute kitty faces looking up at us. I don’t think the kitty belongs to anyone, we think she might be feral but nobody knows for sure, and I’m torn between just letting them be, and reporting them to the RSPCA so the kittens can find good homes and hopefully the cat can too. Thoughts? One bad rain storm and they could all get drowned. :( But it is summer. But weather is unpredictable. I should leave some tuna outside on a plate for them. ;)

I really don’t like Rosie O’Donnell on the View, at all. I find her self-centred. If you watch it you’ll see, she often drags the conversation around to herself. Star Jones used to do the same thing, I can’t stand that. However, I did see Rosie on the Actor’s Studio and actually quite liked her. I don’t know whether it was because the show was supposed to be about her, for a change, or whether she was just less annoying.

I don’t watch much free to air television these days. In fact I do not even know how to make my tv show me the free to air channels, and it’s been that way since we moved in here. So I often miss out on stuff which people are seeing and raving about. Tonight Desperate Housewives began on W, one of the pay tv channels. It was the first episode, and surprisingly I really enjoyed it. I think I might buy the box set.. we’ll see how cheap it is.

We’ve been going to the beach a bit lately. There’s lots of good photos there. And when you have the below not very far from your doorstep, you really have no excuse..

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animals, celebrities, General Chit-chat, photography, photos

Traumatised

I was sitting here typing in a post at scambaits.com about a lad we’re all baiting – hilarious fun – and I felt something on my neck, I thought it was a flying bug, so I slapped it. Then I looked down and saw a spider leg.. eeek and it wasn’t a white-tail but it was a close cousin.

One hot shower later, I’m still freaked out and feeling things crawling on me. I’m going to need to strip back this room tomorrow, vacuum, and spray everything in sight with spider surface spray before I can be comfortable at this desk again..

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I figured this out..

If you only want a short amount of your post to appear in your rss feed (meaning people have to visit your blog personally to see the rest, so you can get a better idea of how many people are reading you) you can change the settings in Blogger Settings —> Site Feed —-> Allow Blog Feed —-> change this to short. (Select Short if you only wish to syndicate the first paragraph, or approximately 255 characters, whichever is shorter). So I did this today, sorry to be a pain in the rear, but if it’s bugging you let me know in the comments.

What have I been up to? I’ve been working on some scambaiting. The scammers love to hear from me. I’ve got a new copy and paste all set up and ready to go for them which involves a busty blonde lady of European origin who wants them to love her. This should make for fun emails..

I also been doing chores round the house, and I watched The Talented Mr Ripley yesterday, it was really great.. I have not been commenting on nablopomo blogs, I thought I would give myself a bit of a break before getting back into it next week. I needed the me time, seriously!

Pieces of Mind inspired me to volunteer at an animal shelter in a recent post. I wasn’t sure about it and I actually had two other options I was considering, both of which involved animals, but of a more wild variety, Wires or Nana which are both for native Aussie animals, and also the local animal park, I had run into the guy who runs it and mentioned I missed volunteering at the zoo and that I loved reptiles, and he said he had 200 reptiles off display and they love to have volunteers.

So in the end, I’ve emailed the animal shelter, and they’ve put me down for the next induction. I’m very happy with this. I was worried about how I’ll deal with the urge to take the animals home myself, and also how to cope with the not knowing, but I think I’ll be ok with it. And I need to do something, I need to get out of this house!

So that’s the news for now.. and if you are reading me by rss, can you throw a comment on here so I know? ;) I’m going to try and do that this week to all the blogs I am reading by rss.. cheers

animals, blog housekeeping, feed readers, volunteer

A tale of two kitties..

Not my kitties, for a change. I thought I would write about something zoo related, and this time a happy post. You can read the slightly sad reminder to wear sunscreen for Jacunda here.

So the Sumatran Tiger. We had two in our zoo. I’m not using their names to protect the innocent, the female one was K, and the male one was T. T is a tiger that originally came out from Germany over 20 years ago and they think he was about 6 years old then, but nobody is sure.

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He’s an old grump, but his genes are very important. He has very few teeth left. He licks his food to death, well he would if it were live, but it is served to him prepared. He is easily the most bedraggled cat you’ve ever seen. He looks like something the cat dragged in. Ouch, yes it was lame but I could not resist.

K was hand reared at another Australian zoo. She is absolutely stunning.

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When you hand-rear an animal, you bring into being a whole range of issues that the general public would not expect. K seriously thinks she is a human. The keeper can give her a good pat, and while this is great in some ways for health checks and that kind of thing, this is not normal tiger behaviour. Tigers are supposed to chase and eat humans, not purr throatily at them while the human gives them a scratch under their chin like any domestic cat.

I was present in the cat tunnel one day when the keeper did his usual health check with her, and just the sight of him approaching would set her purring – the purring sounds like thunder, a very deep rumble. K also would like to be at the front of her enclosure, talking to the humans. You could call her, she would turn up and stare at you and rub her face against the bars, almost begging you to give her a scratch. Her old enclosure had bars and while most people do not like bars, K adored them because it meant she could feel close to her adoring public.

At one point they moved her into an enclosure with a glass front. One visitor was given a huge surprise one day when she actually tried to jump out of the enclosure to be closer to the human. She shattered the inch thick glass, lucky for the human that tinting had been applied which stopped the glass from completely breaking, or human would have made a new tiger friend. K would have loved it. I suspect the human would have freaked out.

So, when you want two kitties to *ahem* mate, what do you do? You put them in enclosures next to each other and if they seem to look like they want to get it on, you introduce them in the cat tunnel (aptly nicknamed the tunnel of love) and see what happens. And this is what they did one day.

T entered the tunnel expecting to see the rear end of a female tiger ready to mate, as this is normal tiger behaviour. What he got was an open claw to the face. He retaliated by grabbing K by the throat and not letting go. Lucky thing he has virtually no teeth left, or that would have been the end of K. To separate them, the keeper had to turn the firehose on them.

The mating attempt was not successful and sadly they came to the conclusion that they will probably never be able to mate K. She doesn’t understand how she’s supposed to act. It was never taught to her, and it probably can’t be now. She may not have the correct instincts to be a mother, as well.

It is a really hard decision for a zoo to have to make when offspring are born and things go wrong – do they hand rear, or do they let nature take its course? With a valuable animal like a Sumatran Tiger, which is so endangered, there is a strong argument for hand-rearing any off spring if the mother cannot cope. There are so few of them left in the world. It’s almost like playing god.

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You look her in the eye and tell her she can’t be here, because I sure can’t. I’m glad it’s not my decision to make. Some species handle it much better than others, the cheetah is a great example of a species you can hand rear without doing too much damage to them and how they will live the rest of their life.

animals, zoo

Remembering Jacunda The Jaguar

I’ve mentioned in a few comments I have left on people’s blogs about being a zoo volunteer guide. It’s a fantastic experience and one I would recommend to everyone, but it does have its highs and lows. I want to talk about one of the lows today because I look outside and I see the sun is shining and it is a beautiful day. I have reasons, you’ll see.

One of the things the keepers tell you early on is not to get too attached to the animals. They say it with a wry smile, because they know there is no way anyone can manage it. They get attached even though they know that sometime, in the life of every animal they look after, there will be a mourning. And really, we do the same with the pets we have at home, though we like to think it won’t happen, the reality is there all the same.

You do not think that same attachment will happen to you with Zoo animals – the reality of it is, we were in that zoo almost every weekend and we did get to know the animals, where they liked to be in their enclosure, the stories from the keepers of their behaviour behind the scenes and every keeper would have a tale about every animal, a day they remembered, something that animal did that just drew them to love them more.

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Being a zoo volunteer, you don’t just walk past each enclosure and walk on, you spend time there. Sometimes, I would go to the zoo just to see one specific animal. I had a favourite lion, a favourite tiger, even my favourite reptiles.

But in the zoo, from time to time, animals pass away – or, they might be sent elsewhere. Sometimes you walk to see an animal to find it missing and you panic panic panic until you find the keeper and he says “Oh, I sent the tree snake to Steve Irwin’s zoo, we swapped because they had one the same color and we wanted to mate them” or “{animal} is just off exhibit at the moment because {reason}” or “{animal} is at the health centre” or even “We couldn’t get {animal} out of their night quarters today whatever we did”.

The first time I experienced it myself was with Jacunda the Jaguar. She was a gorgeous animal, she loved to bask in the sun at the front of her enclosure. She talked to me, not with a voice, but by the look in her eyes and the flick of her tail. I would often stand there for an hour or so, just being near her. She was 23 years old and so it was expected that there would come a day when we would walk up to her enclosure and find it empty.

But I was unprepared for the absolute kick in the guts when it actually did happen. The first other guide we saw was our trainer and she knew before I even asked what I was going to ask, and she told me the sad news – Jacunda stopped eating a couple of weeks ago, they darted her, took her to the health centre, and found a tumour. As she was so old, the decision was made to euthanise her.

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And so you try to keep a smile on your face, you make it through the rest of the day, you hope you don’t run into the keeper of that area because you won’t know what to say and you know you’ll lose the ability to smile and pretend when faced with someone who is well aware that was your favourite animal and that was one of their favourites too and when you get home you just bawl yourself silly.

You mourn for a few days, you try to move on, but you never forget, and each time you walk past the enclosure your loved animal was in, you stop for a few moments of silence to remember. Even after they put a new animal in there, and then another animal gives birth, and life goes on in the zoo as it always does.

Six months later, I was completely unprepared when I opened the zoo magazine just before going to bed at just after midnight and read an interview with the vet, who happened to mention that he had a jaguar in his freezer that had been there for six months and he hadn’t had time to autopsy her yet. There was no other jaguar at the zoo, no possibility this was any other animal, and when I thought of how she loved to sit in the sun and how she was now stuck in the cold for an apparently undetermined time, this just ripped the scab off a wound I was pretending had healed.

Losses never leave you, they are always hiding somewhere beneath the surface. I am sure reading this, you are thinking of losses of animals you have loved.

So eventually, she was autopsied (it sounds so morbid but really it is not, it has to be done and the results shared with other zoos that keep the same animals, for the learning of *all*) and the news came back that she’d had a skin cancer. This made perfect sense to me. But I then realised, she’d been living under the same sun I had been living under for even longer than she had. And the amount of times I’d got sunburnt without really caring. If this blog post does nothing else, please please, wear sunscreen.

The zoo I was at had a very odd group of volunteers who ensured that animals did not stop educating even when they passed away. Thanks to them, after *another* six months, I had a chance to really say goodbye to Jacunda, when her “outer shell” came back from being whatever it is they do to them, tanning or preserving or something. The head coordinator of volunteers told me one day that Jacunda was in her office, and I spent half an hour touching her soft fur that I always wished I could pat while she was alive.

It was closure, in a way but not really because like I say, it never goes away. You carry the animals you love wherever you go. A month or two later her skull was on the touch table while I was manning it during school holidays and I could see where the tumour had been, it had even eaten through the bone. No wonder she couldn’t eat.

People say a lot of things about zoos but in the wild, Jacunda would have lived to maybe 12 if she was lucky. She had a long life, gave birth many times, and her offspring and her offsprings offspring may be at a zoo near you, inspiring people to advocate for wild animals the way she inspired me and many many others.

This pic is the last picture we ever took of her.

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I now live too far from a zoo to volunteer regularly. Some of the experiences I had, I will never ever forget. There were moments that are so precious to me and that I will remember for my lifetime. If you have the chance, become a volunteer at your local zoo. You won’t regret it.

And the next time you go to your zoo, give a nod to the keepers, who somehow manage to get up each and every day and go to a place where if everything has gone well, their much loved charges will be waiting for them but at the same time, knowing that they may not be.

And remember the sunscreen this summer.

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