Oh how a beautiful day can suddenly turn sour. Yesterday afternoon I was busy picking papaws when I heard the sound of dogs, baying loudly and running, in the melaleuca and mangrove forest meters away from me. Only moments before cassowary chick ‘Don’ was checking out the pawpaw trees and vegetable garden behind me, I looked for him in a panic but could not see him.
As a dog owner myself I feel the responsibility of protecting the wildlife on my property from my dogs. It is never easy and I think hard and long of the compromise I must make toward animal welfare for both wild and domestic animals.
On numerous occasions I have explained to this man, quietly and calmly, that this area is a breeding ground for the Little Tern and other migratory waders however he is now abusive to me and continues to walk his dog, without a lead, over the rookery.
As he approached the rookery I saw a number of birds taking flight. I did not identify them as I was gesturing to the man to go back and not walk in the area.
Although the Soldier Crabs are not running on the long beach the amazing designs of their sand deposit covered every inch of the beach.
On a sand bar on the ocean front a colony of about 100 crested terns were resting. Other waders were with them.
The mangrove forest on the ocean side of Coquette Point continues to retreat and at this rate it will soon disappear. In many areas the forest in front of the dune vegetation has totally gone.
The population of Major skinks appears to have increased. I see several every day, often sunning themselves on the road. Also on the road the male and female turtle dove. The other two males have left the nursery area.
Cheers for now,