It’s the beginning of autumn and the leaves of the Golden Elm in Crookwell are turning yellow. The eye-catching display is very impressive. By next spring, new growth will see the tree turn to a pale lime-green.



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Grey-headed flying-fox (Pteropus poliocephalus) | Photo: ©Shane Ruming

Due to the level of my fishing skill I have almost single-handedly saved several fish species from extinction. Having achieved this unheralded environmental success I’ve decide to direct my attention to a land based vulnerable species; Pteropus poliocephalus. Yes the Grey-headed flying-fox.

I agree they are noisy, smelly and messy but they have such cute faces. All they are trying to do is communicate with each other, especially between mother and baby.

I chose to care about grey-headed flying-fox because they are an Australian native species and are one of the best natural pollinators and seed disperses we have. They are also part of the food chain especially for owls and that’s important for the overall health of our environment.

So with my camera, torch, insect repellent and closed shoes this Saturday I’ll be attending a “Bat Awareness Evening” at the 2nd Gordon Scout Hall, 32C Rosedale Rd, Gordon (behind the grassy knoll, opposite Glenview St, north side of Rosedale Rd bridge).

Just after dusk I will view the fly-out…………there’ll be thousands of them heading off in search of food. Looking forward to a great night.



I really enjoy these ‘real life’ photos of flies doing things that make them happy in summer. I just wish they would leave me alone.



Hunting and gathering is an ancestral thing in my family and as a result, I myself, have long been a contemporary hunter gatherer, fisherman, supermarket shopper and agricultural producer. I rely heavily on this foraging activity and trips to the supermarket  to maintain my independent existence.

Way up on the balcony of my 2nd floor apartment I have become self-sufficient. It’s not a big deal this growing of strawberries because on the world scale, Australia is the 28th largest strawberry producer by volume, with the USA, Spain and Japan being the top three .

There are nearly 600 producers of strawberries in Australia and I’m the smallest of those.

But as you can see I rank very high in production efficiency, producing at least 11 strawberries off one plant, in one small tub, on one small table, on one small deck, in a suburb with a population of 1660 which does not even exceed its post code number, which is 2219.

Surely a highpoint for any above ground apartment gardener is eating your own berries, the ones you have nurtured yourself, they just taste sweeter. I love their herbaceousness, their ground-hugging habits and of course who can walk past their simple five-petalled blooms.

If only ice cream grew in the garden then I’d have the perfect present in a pot plant.


They say they have been worn to the summit of Mount Kosciuszko, they say they have wandered around the backyards of Sydney and the Great Outback.

I say the Volley International which features the 3 stripe woven tape around the heel, the side quarter panels which secure the tongue, and the new look injection molded rubber sole will walk me around the world.

My friends say “Don’t do it, get a pair of boots.” But I know the evil twins, International and All-Black, will get me there and back again.

You can see them here pondering over a map of the South of France and the Italian Riviera planning their trip to Cinque Terre.

From Nice to Tuscany: from the Cannes Film Festival to the Monaco Grand Prix and then to the five small coastal villages of Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, Monterosso.

The DVs, these miracle walking shoes constructed of cotton canvas with a thermoplastic rubber sole are going to have the time of their life.


Large numbers of Volleys pass through airports these days and apparently this presents an opportunity for terrorism and other forms of crime.

Some say this is due to the number of feet being about twice the number of people and as we know people in their own right pose a great threat, probably more than shoes.

So as part of the overall screening process, a sample of people, and their shoes, are selected to undergo testing using an explosive trace detection machine. The machine has the ability to detect extremely small traces of compounds such as ammonium nitrate, which is commonly used on farms as a high-nitrogen fertilizer but some bad people use it as an agent in a very popular explosive. 

The lesson to be learnt here, if you are a Dunlop Volley, is not to tread in shit which can be easily confused with fertilizer, which can then lead to a full round of questioning and body searching. Well this is what happened to me.

It’s not so bad now relaxing at home, having a glass of red, but when I tested “double positive” security repeatedly questioned me on my whereabouts, what I did, who I was with and would I consent to a full search by a person of the same sex, (it seems that a person of another sex was not an option), it then  gets pretty hairy and it’s all done in front of the other passengers.

I could hear them talking about me as they repeatedly brushed me down and frisked my body.

 “Looks like you’ve trodden in fertilizer.” said the security guard

 Well mate that’s my job, that’s what DVs do. We tread in the shit so it doesn’t get on his feet. “Get real”, was what I wanted to yell, but all I could think of was ways to ease anxiety during a cavity search. (Lucky they skipped that procedure)

Having done me over several times and made me fill in the paper work I was let go and now I’m happy and safe resting on the deck.

I’ll probably still travel by air but I’ll watch where I tread.

Recently a man was seen with a boot up his arse but authorities say this incident was in no way connected to the Volley incident at the Gold Coast Airport.