| We haven't made it into town too much lately, with everything that needs to be done around the house. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be able to afford paid help. When it's a thousand miles out of reach, the concept of staff seems like the world's greatest and only true luxury. It's just that on those infinitesimally rare occasions when we do have enough $ to engage someone, having to watch them do something the wrong way drives me batshit. Anyway, Rita (the niece) and Nana were visiting so we went into Dud with them and made sure the kid had a positive introduction to the local Bot. While they might seem like an extravagance in this age of shitty civil penny pinching, bot gardens are many peoples' one and only contact with the kind of natural world extant beyond the things that grow between the cracks in concrete. |  |
Which is tragic, and also why we can never, ever consent to lose them.
First, we tooled around the glass house with its tropical collections. Sticky. Vivid. Enlivening.
First, we tooled around the glass house with its tropical collections. Sticky. Vivid. Enlivening.
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  These Turquoise Parrots are not rare, but that is a blessing. They are la beauté pure. They are also lucky enough to inhabit these really nice aviaries and I don't think much expense is spared on their comfort. A lot of people who know fuck-all about either other animals +/or their requirements have some negative shit to say about captivity, seeing only what they perceive as confinement. Perhaps they are genuinely ignorant of the utterly exigent plight of the natural world. | ^ Massed euphorbias outside the café. Given the meshed lines, uncertain depths and dearth of blacks, the visual effect is very mescaline-esque if one stares very hard and drops focus. I'm on a euphorbia spree myself lately; people say they're highly irritant, what with that toxic sap and all, but I've never been affected so what the fuck ever. Uphill beyond the monster gums and pines lies a lovely and often raucous bird commune with some surprising species. They seem to have a lot of success breeding some of the larger Psittaciformes, which is gratifying.   |
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| Maybe they really just can't see the irony of calling for the abolition of the captive facilities responsible for saving the very species they claim to be advocating for. But with so much fauna and flora now down to critical numbers in the wild, the time for fucking around with conceptual objections has run out. As passionate conservationists, we feel that well-managed captivity is essential for the survival of many species and, with best practise, can be a positive experience. It is what is is, and anyone opposing a workable, material solution without offering material alternatives needs to shut their fucking cakeholes. It's too late for that shit. So don't feel bad about supporting ethical zoos engaged in conservation work. They really need our help. |  |
This beautiful Red Tailed Black Cockatoo hen is always down for a grevillea flower destruction opportunity or a closer look at your jewellery.
The divine Himalayan Poppy, Laburnum and Allium flowers.
When you meet onions that are more worthy and far better looking than you, you've learnt your true place in the universe.
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