October 29, 2009 – 9:56 am
He must have been a lot more relaxed being held by me because he started eating like crazy and nearly ate my fingers as I was holding the chicken neck! He was very skinny, with bones showing through his skin and I could count all of his ribs..
October 26, 2009 – 7:23 am
This is a disaster of not only local, but regional and international proportions. The impending arrival of the seasonal monsoonal cycle in the coming months will substantially change the nature and location of the impact of this massive spill.
By Bob Gosford
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Also posted in Birds, Northern development, Uncategorized
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Tagged Australian Maritime Safety Authority (AMSA), Fairfax Press, Jakarta Post, Kolbano, Pasir Island, PTTEP Australasia, Rote Island, Rote Ndao regency, Senator Bob Brown, South Central Timor, Timor Sea, Toni O'Loughlin, West Atlas, West Timor Care Foundation, World Wildlife Fund Australia, WWF
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October 20, 2009 – 5:37 pm
Not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world’s most remote marine sanctuaries.
October 19, 2009 – 7:03 pm
The best fun that Miku has with dead things is with the occasional Cane Toad that she finds squished on the road outside her house. If she finds a newly road-killed Toad she will roll in its remains in an outburst of unalloyed joy…
October 6, 2009 – 10:10 pm
This is a story of the Weebill, the Emu, the Porcupine (Echidna) and some Meat Ants and how the Echidna got it’s spines. The story was told by Arthur Dodd, a Yuwaalaraay speaker from the central north-west of New South wales around Walgett.
By Bob Gosford
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Also posted in Birds, Birds and people, Ethnoornithology, Some places I've been
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Tagged ABC Radio Morning Show, Alice Brennan, Alice Springs, Bird of the Week, Echidna, Emu, Gamilaraay, Guwaabal, Kamilaroi, Meat Ants, Mindjarru & Bigibila, Pardalotes, Silver-Eyes, small Honeyeaters, Smicrornis brevirostris, Thornbills, Weebills, What Bird am I, Yuwaalaraay
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October 1, 2009 – 4:22 pm
Mr Fluff now has a new name, “Mali”, and is the winner, against some pretty stiff competition, of the Woolahra Council’s Cutest Dog Photo Competition.
September 8, 2009 – 10:22 pm
I’m sitting here in the “Balgo Hilton” waiting for someone to come back from where I’ve just been.
We most likely passed each other on the road sometime yesterday as I struggled up the 530 kilometres of the torture that is known as the Tanami Track from Yuendumu up here to Wirrimanu – formerly known as [...]
By Bob Gosford
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Also posted in Birds, Birds and people, The Arts, Writing and writers
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Tagged A. P. Thomas, Balgo, C. G. Brandenstein, Tanami Track, Taruru : Aboriginal Song Poetry From the Pilbara, the Balgo Hilton, Wangka Maya Pilbara Aboriginal Language Centre, Wirrimanu, Yuendumu
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September 6, 2009 – 6:22 am
Birds, and birders, love shit. Or more particularly in Alice Springs, they both love the fact that in the driest part of the driest continent that the average daily household use of water is a profligate 1,500 litres a day.
September 5, 2009 – 4:59 pm
It may just be because 2009 is the International Year of Astronomy, but to me there seems to be a greater willingness to engage or a broader interest in Indigenous Astronomical Knowledge among the mainstream astronomical science community than there is in many other scientific disciplines.
By Bob Gosford
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Also posted in Aboriginal & Islander Art, Birds and people, Religion, The Arts
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Tagged Aboriginal Astronomy, Adele Pring, Alma Nungarrayi Granites, Astronomy and Australian Indigenous People, Barnimbir (Venus) the Morning Star, Bill Harney, Dark Sparklers, Elvina Track, Guringai people, Ilgarijiri - things belonging to the sky, International Year of Astronomy, Kuringai National Park, Macquarie University Adjunct Professor Ray Norris, Questacon, South Australian Education Department, the ABC's Big Aussie Starhunt, The Emu in the Sky, Wajarri Yamatji language group, Wardaman language group
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All about me lay the scattered, shattered remains – here the severed head, there a leg, stripped of flesh, next to the road another head, ten feet away a razor-taloned foot, wing and tail. Whatever had happened here had been brief and incredibly brutal.
