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Bluetongue1
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I can certainly relate to a number of comments made, like chasing anything that moved, time spent in the garden, catching lizards and bugs around the yard, discovering the creek and been exploring ever since...
I have had a fascination with all things biological for as far back as my memory will stretch. I can remember mum telling me one day that she wasn’t sure were she got me from as I was chasing things in the yard before I could even walk. Reckoned I would want to bring in worms and anything else that wriggled or moved so she had to empty my hands when the washing was hung out and it was time to go back in the house. The only one of seven kids that was like that.
We had tons of garden and grass skinks around the yard and a resident bluey or two most of the time. I collected bird’s eggs with mates for a while, but didn’t like that. I’d still climb trees but in order to observe the birds or just to inspect the nest. I tried raising tadpoles a few years but the mozzies bred in the baby bath and dad tipped the lot out. We used to catch eels with our bare hands – slippery suckers plus! Cultivated silkworms, collected Wanderer caterpillars and fed them on privet until they pupated etc. Never missed Vincent Serventy’s Nature Walkabout or Marlin Perkin’s Wild Kingdom. Regardless of what else I did, reptiles were always the mainstay of my interest.
I used to take my lizards to school and was given the nickname “Lizard”, which my mates just shortened to “Liz”. That’s OK when you are at school but it sure turned some heads in a busy shopping centre or a crowded street when someone would yell out “Liz?” and I would yell back: “I’m over here!” One time the school bully meandered over to where I was showing some kids a full sized Eastern Bearded Dragon. “What ya got Lizard?” came the cocky question. I replied: “A Beardie” and thrust the lizard quickly and roughly within a few centimetres of his face. I knew it would arc up with that treatment and it didn’t let me down – full blown black beard, bright yellow mouth wide open, pitch black throat and a multitude of sharp white teeth. The manner in which the fellow went weak at the knees as he staggered backwards, suggested he was not far off requiring a change of underwear. He never bothered me or my mates from that day forward...
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I have had a fascination with all things biological for as far back as my memory will stretch. I can remember mum telling me one day that she wasn’t sure were she got me from as I was chasing things in the yard before I could even walk. Reckoned I would want to bring in worms and anything else that wriggled or moved so she had to empty my hands when the washing was hung out and it was time to go back in the house. The only one of seven kids that was like that.
We had tons of garden and grass skinks around the yard and a resident bluey or two most of the time. I collected bird’s eggs with mates for a while, but didn’t like that. I’d still climb trees but in order to observe the birds or just to inspect the nest. I tried raising tadpoles a few years but the mozzies bred in the baby bath and dad tipped the lot out. We used to catch eels with our bare hands – slippery suckers plus! Cultivated silkworms, collected Wanderer caterpillars and fed them on privet until they pupated etc. Never missed Vincent Serventy’s Nature Walkabout or Marlin Perkin’s Wild Kingdom. Regardless of what else I did, reptiles were always the mainstay of my interest.
I used to take my lizards to school and was given the nickname “Lizard”, which my mates just shortened to “Liz”. That’s OK when you are at school but it sure turned some heads in a busy shopping centre or a crowded street when someone would yell out “Liz?” and I would yell back: “I’m over here!” One time the school bully meandered over to where I was showing some kids a full sized Eastern Bearded Dragon. “What ya got Lizard?” came the cocky question. I replied: “A Beardie” and thrust the lizard quickly and roughly within a few centimetres of his face. I knew it would arc up with that treatment and it didn’t let me down – full blown black beard, bright yellow mouth wide open, pitch black throat and a multitude of sharp white teeth. The manner in which the fellow went weak at the knees as he staggered backwards, suggested he was not far off requiring a change of underwear. He never bothered me or my mates from that day forward...
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