Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Duck! (will not grow up to be a school teacher (I hope))

I’ve been lucky enough to go camping at Imbil, Qld, two times this Christmas break. I usually avoid camping over the school holidays because the sites are full, the toilets are dirty, and I like having privacy, but we’ve had a lot of rain this summer and this has kept some campers home.

The second trip I drove almost one thousand kilometres, with two extra trips to pick up and return Lilly and Jett. I need a bigger car. It was worth it; we canoed and swam, went to bed early, woke up with the sun, and didn’t look at a watch.

Scrappy Duck, my thirteen year old step daughter, kept us entertained. I was talking about farming and New Zealand, wild pigs, deer, possums, and sheep. All of these animals and more were introduced by white settlers more than two centuries ago.

SD: “So do you kill everything?”

Me: “What?”

SD: “You know, kill them and then eat them: pigs, sheep, rats.”

SD’s friend: “The Chinese eat crickets.”

Me: “What are you talking about? It’s a farm. We had ducks, chooks, turkeys, pigs, sheep, and cows, and yes we slaughtered them to eat.”

SD: “How did they get there? Did they walk across on the water?”

Me: “What?”

SD: “You know when all the land was joined and the water was shallow enough to walk over.”

Me: Stunned silence.

SD: “That’s what they taught at us at school.”

SD’s friend: “Crickets are supposed to be good for you; protein and stuff.”

One day these two young women will have children.

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The campsite.


The view from the tent.


Canoing towards the rail bridge.


Platypus country. We saw at least ten, eels, lung fish, bass, turtles, and lots of birds.

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