Can you keep the lorikeet?

Walking through the Adelaide Zoo, I spotted two wild lorikeets in the hollow of a tree which I watched quite closely as I felt they must be used to humans in such a frequented environment. I chuckled as they played and went about their natural behaviours and found it incredible that the only animals I had fully enjoyed observing within the zoo were there on their own terms and were free to leave at any time. Later on, I strolled past an aviary which I saw housed rainbow lorikeets and it struck me as surreal that this zoo housed animals that you could frequently see in their wild state in the exact same venture. This thought felt potent in my brain, and raised some big ethical red flags.

Having read the history of zoos in Nigel Rothfels’ book “Savages and Beasts“, I understand that a huge transition has taken place from the birth of the first menagerie where animals were shown off to the western world in more of a display sense in order to parade the beasts around to show off one’s wealth and stature to one’s peers. The more exotic your animals were, and the vastness of your collection, the more prestigious you stood in your community.

Menageries then turned into travelling shows where human zoos became very popular. Native Homo sapian tribes from all corners of the world were gathered to go about their lives in front of dapper Englishmen in their top hats and coats as they gawked and laughed at the villager’s primitive ways.

Following the travelling shows, came the evolution of the modern day zoo as we know it today. Exotic animals were housed in enclosures which replicated their native homelands and were provided more suitable diets. Guests were able to gain more of an insight into how these animals lived in the wild and in what microcosm they used to do so.

What is the common theme within these three examples of displaying creatures to the public? The common theme is that in each of these instances, people are coming from far and wide and paying good money to see exotic animals that they couldn’t see otherwise in their hometowns. The unreachable beasts of Africa were suddenly at the public’s  fingertips and native tribes of people from deep within forest recesses were suddenly living their lives right in front of crowds and crowds of paying people. Zoos have always worked as a concept because you are making these foreign animals accessible where they weren’t accessible before and as a result, showcasing parts of the world that tourists may not have been able to travel to on their own.

So now, with all of this in mind, do you think that a zoo should be holding an animal that is commonly found in the area, albeit, an animal that is so common that it frequents the zoo on its own terms? Doesn’t that just push the concept of zoos to the next level to assume that people will be willing to pay to see an animal that they can see every day in their own back yard? By doing this aren’t zoos holding creatures captive for the sole sake of holding creatures captive? What are the benefits to the public of seeing captive rainbow lorikeets?

Zoos have become a powerful tool in conservation, being able to inspire children from a young age to form a connection and a respect for animals, not just native, but beasts found all over our planet. Even I can admit that visiting zoos as a child myself, fed an urge to see what our planet held and to learn more about the way animals have evolved. Zoos may have created more conservationists than we know, and zoos have definitely supported many conservation programs on a global scale. But I think its time to re-evaluate the way we run zoos once again, to add a new step in the evolution of holding captive animals.

In just my life time, and my parent’s life time I have seen inappropriate animals being erased from zoos. Polar bears, elephants and many other animals have been removed from local zoos because the climate and conditions have not been ideal for their health and lifestyle. I have seen envirodomes being built and conservation centres being established. I have seen higher levels of education being provided to both the public and schools and I have seen a change in how zoos run from being display centres to being conservation hubs. But why, tell me why do we need to house native birds in cages for the public eye?

Next time you go to your local zoo, wherever it may be, have a look out for natives and ask yourself, do we really need to showcase our own animals for our own people? Do we really need that rainbow lorikeet or that laughing kookaburra in a cage? Or do we need to show people and explain to people that it is truly wonderful that they can find everything they are looking for and more, just by stepping outside and seeing the gifts nature has to offer.

Food for thought.

 

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We must kill them before we can save them

Everyone makes mistakes- even our well loved and widely regarded conservation heroes. Jane Goodall spent the better part of her time out with the chimpanzees in Camp Leaky tempting the animals with tasty banana treats which we now know are loaded with sugar and can lead to issues such as obesity and diabetes in mammals if consumed in high frequencies. On top of this, animals and humans are most often best kept apart in order to preserve natural behaviours.

Our British documentary idol, David Attenborough could be found capturing wild animals for their new lives in captivity for his hit show- Zoo Quest, back in the early days of his career. Family groups split up, stressful transportation situations and solitary isolation were just a few consequences of his actions for wild animals.

In fact, every animal you see in a zoo or a tourist park most likely has an ancestor who was poached in the wild for a life in captivity. If you think that this process of obtaining animals was a short and painless experience, I am sorry to inform you that often whole family groups of animals were mass slaughtered just to obtain one individual for captivity. Imagine trying to pry a baby elephant away from its mother without getting killed yourself, it is a near impossible task. To obtain a baby elephant, you must kill the mother and any other elephants that wish to avenge the mothers death or claim new motherly duties of the infant- which is everyone in the herd. That’s right, to capture one single baby elephant, you must slaughter an entire herd. I wish that we could say our ancestors were tasteful about this slaughter and paid their humble respects to the herd on their death beds, however unfortunately the English captors used to capture ridiculous portraits of themselves posing on top of the elephants with penny farthings and the like. If only Facebook and Instagram were around back then so they could share their outrageous portraits with other nations.

But alas, we must not poo poo these people with upturned noses, as without Jane, you would not have the conservation idol who created a multinational conservation initiative- Roots & Shoots which has been a leading organisation in inspiring young people all over the globe to become involved in conserving nature. On top of this, we would be without the discovery that humans were not the only tool users on the planet which lead to redefining our whole species.

David Attenborough told me himself that he has no regrets of his past life in Zoo Quest as zoos are a main driving force in inspiring people to see wildlife in person and draw inspiration for conserving them from their experiences. I don’t know a single person who is not interested in watching Sir David’s documentaries even if they are not interested  in wildlife or conservation at all. He has single-handedly brought the savannas of Africa, depths of the oceans and the impenetrable South American rainforests into the homes hundreds of thousands of humans around the world and sparked a conversation regarding how incredible our planet really is.

As for the blood shed that lead to the modern zoo- was it worth it? In some instances you can have an amazing conservation based facility that supports field projects and does not keep animals which would be unreasonably kept in the climate within the zoo. These places are responsible for re-vegetation projects, often support conservation based research and are responsible for educating a large chunk of the public about global wildlife. But on the other hand, there are zoos that are still killing the animals that lie within them as they wither away with inadequate diets, enclosures and social interaction with others of its species.

Being in the field of conservation, I have come to understand that imperfections can often lead to amazing and brand new innovations. Rick O’Barry introduced flipper and captive dolphins to us all, but now is spending his life trying to tare the industry down just as Jane has built her conservation empire and David has shown the whole world how beautiful our planet could be if we just let it flourish without taring it down.

If our zoos are built on a foundation of bloodshed, lets make them worth it shall we. Lets use them to educate the public and show them first hand what these animals look and feel and smell like and why they are important to the running of the world we live in. Lets show people the tree kangaroos and the hairy sponge crabs and prove to people that nature has miraculous inventions and that we could be a part in celebrating them. Lets show people how animals are too interesting to be killed and lets continue to breed captive animals so that no more wild species need to die on our behalf.

Conservation taught me that mistakes, even big horrible ones are okay if you are willing to devote your time to righting your wrongs. There is always a second chance. There is always room to make amends.

 

 

Anteresting…

Typically on Sunday mornings, my partner and I love to indulge in watching AntsCanada who is a youtuber who lives in the Philippines who is insanely passionate about ….well you guessed it- ants! It may not come as a surprise to you that I enjoy a good ant documentary however it is unusual that my technology and “inside” boyfriend is arguably more into these ant docos than I am. Watching a clip today, the question of “do ants live on tropical islands?” was asked and with that one question, my mind trailed back to all the times that I have been on tropical islands with ants playing very memorable roles in my stay.

Waking up from a nap in my comfortable wooden bed on Phi Phi Island in Thailand, I found my friend lying belly first on the tiled floor. On a second glance, she was not sleeping but rather totally engrossed in these four ants carrying crumbs along the tiles. When I crouched down next to her to investigate, it seemed as if she had been watching them for a while, hours even, as the ants tried to figure out the complex problem of getting the crumbs through the hole in the tiles to get to where they needed to go, probably back to the nest. Soon I found myself joining her, belly first, wondering how the ants were going to solve this problem as if it was a live reality TV show unfolding in front of us.

In Tzaneen, South Africa, not so much an island but tropical none the less, I was supposed to be watching Vervet monkeys integrate with their new families. As I sat cross legged on the ground, I watched as a line of ants came marching in front of my feet carrying a meal for the nest…a huge cockroach. The cockroach however was not having a good day as it still wiggled and squirmed while it was being devoured alive in some kind of morbid marching ceremony. I was transfixed as this perfect latitudinal rope of ants marched across the ground as if a permanent line was drawn and then- all of a sudden- came to life.

Nosy Be, Madagascar was temporarily home to a French man who lived for ants. While we were out researching lemurs, frogs and lizards, he decided he was going to devote his time to the little soldiers of the island. Leading the volunteers into the forest, they groaned knowing the digging they would have to do to set the hundreds of ant traps and then all the siphoning through the ant traps they would have to do to find and identify all the ants that fell in. If you saw a dirty, sore and worn out volunteer that was looking more worse for ware than usual, they would just utter one single word.

“Ants.”

I think it is easier than you think to become addicted to ants, as all of those bedraggled volunteers somehow began to appreciate the complex lives that are ants despite all the pain they caused them. I also had this one lecturer during my undergraduate that always gave very passionate lectures about ants and their colonies, and even super colonies that only had one queen but still managed to span across continents.  When my sister was younger and had to sit in on one of my mum’s uni lectures it must have been delivered by the same man because she came home telling the family that university was boring because all they do is talk about ants- she obviously didn’t get the memo that ants are interesting.

Ants are farmers, team players, they have a monarchy and a factory lifestyle with every individual having a purpose within the nest. There are so many good relationships other animals form with ants to make their lives easier or to get protection from other predators. Conversely, ants can themselves be fierce predators by taking out thousands of red crabs on Christmas Island each year. There are spiders that mimic ants, appealing to their way of life and there are ants that look like other creatures…so fantastical are ants that they are shape-shifters, powerful individuals and strong team players.

Watching the ant documentary, I reflected on all the lessons I have learnt from ants. They have taught me to be fiercely independent as well as to make myself an indispensable part of a team. They have taught me to branch out and establish good relations within my community and to not be afraid to make good connections. There is no wonder I have seen so many people in my life sit in awe over such small creatures, because they are hugely interesting and big in personality.

 

And sew it goes

I never really had a chance to buy into fast fashion as I kept all my clothes until they were literally unwearable. I would put all my clothes into this boot camp cycle of being new and fancy, then being old and brought into the forest, then being holey and sewn up again and again until they were nothing more than patches of unwearable thread. Once I returned from the forest, the next run of remaining clothes went through the cycle over and over until I had barely any summer clothes left. In the winter of 2016 I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I had been wearing the exact same clothes since high school some years ago and I wondered if I should still be rocking my skinny jeans, skate shoes and my oversized dance hoodie, but I shrugged and thought that if they had lasted all this time and were comfortable, why stop now.

The destinies of the clothes that I grew out of before they were able to take part in the forest boot camp were always passed down to my sister or donated to charity, however with the rising DIY trends I wondered if I could fashion anything from my old stash. I still have and wear a blouse that I fashioned out of a skirt that always had the zipper stuck, with the straps of another dismantled top attached to it. I played around with turning jeans into shorts and other easy changes, however you could always tell they were made by a girl with a pair of scissors and careless abandon. The more I learned about clothing waste from the fashion industry and its phenomenal environmental impact, I began watching thrifting videos and became awe struck at all the talented individuals who were able to up-cycle old pieces into amazing new outfits.

Not considering for a second that I had up-cycling capabilities, I began thrifting for clothes instead of buying them in stores and I felt elated to be adding these pre-loved items to my new circle of clothing life. I even discovered new styles that I never would have sought out when conventionally shopping which allowed me to feel more confident in my newfound style (which I was never able to grasp before). A few weeks before Christmas, I found a maxi skirt that screamed my name. A floral design with paisley and elephants at the hem appealed to my aesthetic, but the added bonus that it was in my size was a sheer stroke of luck. I bought the skirt but whenever I tried to wear it, it sat unhappily on my hips, a smidge too big to look how I wanted it to. Weeks later, I was hiding from the heat watching up-cycling videos again when I thought that maybe there was enough material in the skirt to convert it into a comfortable summer dress. I placed a summer dress over the maxi skirt and wallah! it was a perfect fit! I knew my housemate had a sewing machine so I asked if she could make the transformation for me.

“Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he will eat forever”

She sat me down at the sewing machine and showed me the ropes and before long I was cutting and pinning and sewing as if the full day of watching people cut and pin and sew actually paid off. A couple of hours later I was spinning around in my new dress wondering why I had always been afraid to try.

Piles and piles of clothing waste are accumulating in landfill around the world and textile fibers are littering our oceans. There are more clothes than charities know what to do with and as clothes get cheaper and more accessible, the less our planet can handle the consumption. Living in the wilderness taught me how to make my clothes last longer and to wear them until their last threads but learning from others has taught me how I can get creative and turn my high school wardrobe into something a little more “eco chic.”

Waterskinks, your new fatherly substitute

Growing up near a gorge, I spent many hours sitting on large flat rocks in the middle of the flowing stream, watching the waterskinks bask on rocky inclines in the small cracks of sunlight left by the shadows of the trees. I once took a boy I was not sure about down to the gorge to test his love and or resilience to nature. We sat on a big rock together and I was delighted at how the waterskinks came out to play, showing territorial behaviour and running around, too many of them to bask peacefully. I grinned while watching them, trying to suppress a giggle at the home range show downs I was paying witness to, until out the corner of my eye, I notice the boy getting more and more uncomfortable. He slid back as far as he could on the rock and sitting on his haunches, appearing trapped between a hoard of reptiles and a moat of flowing stream.

I couldn’t helped but become even more entertained as the war was now not just confined to the lizards but now also involved a very scared boy. I was aghast at how this “man” could be so terrified at creatures the length of his hand, however each to their own. The terror crept across his face as a skink slithered onto the rock we were sitting on, braving the human presence. The space left on the rock for him to sit, after considering the distance he was comfortable leaving between himself and the skink was just the rim. Instead of doing the polite thing and offering to walk away from the situation, I cautiously waited to see what would unfold, never having had reptiles come so close to me on their own accord before and enjoying their company, I was eager to see who would rein supreme in this epic battle for rock space.

While lost in these thoughts, I hear a scream and see him leap up in the air before running off the rock and back onto the stream bank. I could’t help but let the laughter roll out of me again and again as he just stood there pointing at the lizard and exclaiming:
“HE RAN UP MY SHORTS!”

I guess the best man won.

As the relationship faded a year later, I always thought back to this day. The best judge of a man’s character is his relationship with waterskinks, and what they tell you about a man, is probably always true.

As I watched a new group of waterskinks today from a different state, I remember their wise judgement and snarky behaviour as they bobbed heads to each other as a warning. They warn each other to back off, and if you introduce them to the wrong man, they will warn him to back off out of your life too.

 

 

Be like a caterpillar

Today was one of those days where I needed inspiration for resilience through tough times. Surprisingly, the animal I thought of wasn’t a tough big mammal like a bear or a rhino, or even a big fish like a great white shark, but actually my mind wandered to the humble caterpillar. A caterpillar may seem like a strange icon for resilience, as it’s later life after metamorphosis is more often celebrated then its pre-pupaic stage. However, I believe some species of caterpillar are some of the most resilient creatures in the whole entire world, let me explain to you why.

There is one David Attenborough sequence I will never ever forget of the woolly bear caterpillar trying so hard to turn into a woolly bear moth. I always sit in awe of this caterpillar as every single year, winter comes before the moth has a chance to eat enough food to be able to start its moth transformation. Again and again, every single year, the caterpillar freezes itself to death in the winter and miraculously comes back to life in the spring to eat as much as it can over summer to hopefully start its moth transformation again before the next winter arrives. The sequence showed the woolly bear moth starting again at least three springs in a row before it had successfully managed to consume enough energy to undergo its metamorphosis process into mothhood.

I thought of that caterpillar today and how it took him three years to be the moth he knew he could be. I thought of the disappointment of having to go through yet another winter after winter and being temporarily frozen to death three separate times. But then I thought of how eventually, the caterpillar did eat enough, it did go through metamorphosis and it did start its new life as a woolly bear moth, and began the new struggles of his new life, whatever they may be. Because of this tiring process, woolly caterpillars live to be the oldest caterpillars in the world, more wise and superior to those who never faced these hardships

Just because you are struggling, and you feel like you are failing year after year, doesn’t mean that you aren’t on the right track. Just remember that these hurdles are just passing winters and one day a spring will come that will change your life forever. You can never get to the spring though, without going through all of the winters first, almost killing yourself at least three times. I hope that in times of trial and tribulation, you can also remember the story of the woolly caterpillar and find the resistance within to become the woolly moth you always dreamed you could be.

My body is a wonderland

There is a reason everyone talks about poop on their holidays and that is because poop is a life altering phenomenon that needs to be closely monitored as your surroundings change. Spending year after year  inhabiting new environmental regions with different climates, diseases and cultures, I have come to see my body react to a vast number of conditions, climates, foods and environmental pressures.

Looking at myself in the mirror the other day I could see how my body has been shaped from my travels and work in many diverse natural environments. My calfs bulge with strong muscles from years of walking in varied terrain for long hours every day. My hair is streaked with sun bleached strands from all the hours I spend outdoors in the sunshine. My feet are always calloused and dirty from walking outside barefoot and my arms are at least 5 shades darker than my belly. They say that what you look like is a combination of your genetics and your environment and I can see that as I look at the person staring back at me in the mirror, with freckles splattering my nose from years of being outside in the sunshine.

For women everywhere, daily struggles with body image are a problem that can do as much damage as ending lives across the globe. I feel like spending time in nature has allowed me to see past a number on the scales as I know where my muscle is and that it weighs three times as much as fat. I know how my body changes and slims down when I move to the tropics and face high content chilli diets, hot humid weather and dehydration and I know how my body feels sluggish in winter as I set into eating more and sleeping more mode. Most importantly though, I know how my legs are strong enough to carry me up mountains, across valleys and through forests. I know my immune system is strong enough to carry me through sub par drinking water and unhygienic environments. I also know that my brain has grown from the challenges I have faced and the constant learning has left me mentally stronger to tackle any emotional mountain I may face.

When I look in the mirror, I do not compare myself to models or other women I see in the media, however I look at myself and wonder how much further my body will take me on all my still awaited journeys and if it has the capacity to survive all the challenges I will put it through. I am so thankful for the ways the environment has shaped me and I am glad that it has made me realise that being adaptable and resilient is way better than being just plain old skinny.