This morning I decided to walk the dogs from home, rather than drive them to Burns Beach for a walk. I sent Stephen off with the car but forgot to take the dog leads out. I have spare leads but no spare Halti for Jet. She’s still almost impossible to walk without it, so we delayed our walk until 8:30 and then walked by the pet shop to pick up another one. Then we called into the Vet for a weigh-in. Anzac has put on a little weight lately and I wanted to be sure just where they are starting from with the diet change. Anzac 25.6kg, Jet 15kg.
We headed from there to the nearby park with duckponds and wandered around the ponds, saying hello to other dogs. Anzac insisted on walking along the ledge around one of the ponds, just like a kid, hoping he could ‘accidentally’ step into the water. I’ve seen that one done before so there was no way I was going to be caught by that.
As we were walking past the bigger pond (and Jet was trying to convince me that the ducks needed rounding up) someone pointed out a Cormorant, on the island, with a plastic bag either caught on it’s beak or in it’s throat. It looked quite distressed, continually shaking it’s head and trying to dislodge the bag, so I pulled out the phone to call the local council. After several attempts my call was answered and I was put through to the ranger who told me they couldn’t help, I’d have to call either Wildcare or the RSPCA. I tried the Wildcare hotline, but couldn’t get an answer, so I called the RSPCA. They told me they couldn’t help and that I’d have to call Wildcare. I explained that I’d already tried and was told that I’d have to either try again or call The Department of Environment and Conservation‘s main number. I tried Wildcare again but still couldn’t get through so called DEC who were able to put me through to Wildcare. The lady on the hotline was very concerned but couldn’t do anything for me – I’d have to call Seabird Rescue. I explained to the Wildcare volunteer that I was there in the park with 2 dogs and that I’d been on the phone trying to get help with this for nearly half an hour, she said she couldn’t do anything, she’s was only there to answer calls and give advice about who to call next. She couldn’t call out herself. So, I called Seabird Rescue and explained the problem. That volunteer didn’t sound very enthusiastic about helping at all. She did say she would try to get a volunteer to go out and see whether they could do anything but that if the bird can fly, then when it’s approached they probably won’t be able to catch it anyway. She sounded like she had an ‘I don’t know why we’d even bother’ attitude. I wasn’t very impressed but there really wasn’t anything else I could do.
I called into the Vet again on my way home just to check whether there was someone else I could have contacted, but no, Seabird Rescue is who they would have had to call. The Vet nurse said she would follow up on it with them for me. Apparently they are usually very good and always send someone out. I know that many of these organisations are run by volunteers, but it shouldn’t be so difficult to get help for a distressed animal. Surely the Ranger at the local council could have handled it all, so I wasn’t there looking up numbers on my phone and being passed from pillar to post. But then again, she didn’t even know the right group for me to call. And neither did the person at the RSPCA.
Some time ago Mary Victoria was sending me some lovely signed bookplates, discovered I live in Perth and asked if she’d be meeting me at Swancon. I’d never considered going – up until then. For pretty much the same reasons Glenda Larke quoted in this post on her blog. My first thought was: what am I going to do at something like that? After all, I’m not an author, I’m just a fan. A reader. Not a fan who gets involved in that type of thing. Just an enthusiastic reader.
I’ve been to other types of conventions before and had a great time but they’ve been conferences for industries I’ve worked in.
I mumbled an excuse to Mary along the lines that we’ll have visitors at the time. But the truth is that the visitor at that time will be my mum and she wouldn’t mind at all if I went off for a day and did my own thing. After all, I won’t have had a day to myself ‘doing my own thing’ for a month at that stage due to her visit and an overlapping visit by my mother-in-law prior to that.
I mentioned Mary’s question to my husband and his response was, “you should go, you know you’ll enjoy meeting the people.” Wonderful husband that I have 🙂
So, the thought has been there brewing and bubbling in the back of my mind. The bubbling became quite rapid when Glenda first made her post, but still I’ve done nothing about it. Now here I am with my thoughts and my conversations turning to Swancon; on full boil. It’s time I did something about it. So I ask you this: on which day should I plan to go?
Best wishes to Trudi Canavan, Glenda Larke and KE Mills, all finalists for ‘best fantasy novel’ in the Aurealis Awards. Good luck, too, to all the other finalists, but the above three Aussie ladies (expat in Glenda’s case) are amongst my favourites.
The Aurealis Awards “recognise the achievements of Australian science fiction, fantasy and horror writers“. The ceremony is being held in Brisbane and winners will be announced tonight (Jan 23, 2010)
Congratulations to Trudi Canavan on her win for best fantasy novel. Well done, Trudi! Well done all other winners as well.
Aurealis winners list
Today we, in Western Australia, went to the polls to vote in a referendum for Daylight Savings. Daylight savings has a very chequered history in this state.
Here’s a government paper on the history of daylight savings in Australia
Late afternoon at Quinns Rocks Beach
I was in high school 38 years ago when daylight savings was introduced in Victoria (and much of Australia). Since then I’ve lived in a lot of different places and the only place not to have DLS was Jabiru in the NT. I can understand Australia’s top end and the tropics not having DLS. There is no winter. There’s just hot and wet or hot and dry. The closer you are to the equater, the less the difference in the length of day and night.
I don’t understand why anyone in Western Australia wouldn’t want it. I guess I’ve lived with it for so much of my life, it’s normal for me. None of the arguments against daylight savings make sense to me.
As I write this it looks like there’s going to be an overwhelming NO vote. Polling closed 45 minutes ago and it’s 70% No, 30% Yes, so far. It’s so strange but not so unexpected. This is a state that has no Sunday trading, except for a few exceptions, and definitely no 24 hour trading. It’s apparently not so long ago that petrol stations were only open on a roster on Sundays. Many Western Australians, ‘specially those who’ve lived here all, or most, of their lives don’t seem to want much in the way of progress or change, or alignment with the trends of the rest of the country/world. I don’t say this with the intention of upsetting or offending any Western Australian’s. It’s just the way I see things – as someone who’s only lived here for less than 2 years.
I do wonder how many of the naysayers will realise next summer, after 3 years of DLS trial, just what they’ve lost, how good it was and will wish they had voted Yes.
When polls closed last night with 71 per cent of the vote counted, the “No” vote maintained a 55.5 per cent to 44.5 cent lead over the “Yes” vote. Bye-bye daylight savings.
An amazing number of people stumble over the pronunciation or the spelling of my website and email address. Others who don’t have those same problems are simply curious as to why “faery” and not “fairy”
“The word fairy derives from the term fae of medieval Western European (Old French) folklore and romance, one famous example being Morgan le Fay (‘Morgan of the Fae’). “Fae-ery” was therefore everything that appertains to the “fae”, and so the land of “fae”, all the “fae”. Finally the word replaced its original and one could speak of “a faery or fairy”, though the word fey is still used as an adjective. ‘Fae’ is the plural, ‘Faery’ is the singular.”
So faery is just an older form of fairy. You often also see it spelled “faerie”.