Most people wouldn’t need to be begged or nagged to go to a South Pacific island, but I did. I had so many reasons not to go, that it’s taken my husband, B, almost 25 years to get me to Rarotonga in the Cook Islands – but I’m glad I finally made it, and now I can’t wait to go back!
It seems like everyone’s talking about chickens lately! If you were in Melbourne’s Bourke Street Mall a couple of weeks back, you might have seen the inaugural Melbourne Chicken Save rally. A few days later, Animals Australia launched their new campaign to raise awareness about factory farming of chickens, and finally, the chicks (do you like that?) at Our Hen House aired the first episode of their community/online TV show.
Social media seems to be buzzing with pictures and stories of the horrific dolphin massacre in Taiji, Japan. It seems like the whole world is watching on helplessly, as these beautiful, intelligent creatures are terrorised, tortured and butchered or kidnapped.
We find it hard to understand how the Japanese people could let this go on. Well, something I heard on a podcast a couple of days ago gave me an insight into how these kinds of atrocities can be kept hidden when the perpetrators know that what they’re doing can’t be justified.
Melbourne’s Spring Racing Carnival has been depressing – especially when Verema was euthanased on the track after breaking a leg (or something like that). I tried not to read any of the articles on any of it, because it just made me feel sick – especially this article by Michael Lynch in the Age, which totally misses the point. RIP Verema.
Melbourne loves the Spring Racing Carnival. I was 9 years old when I picked my first Melbourne Cup winner – Think Big – and I picked him in both 1974 and 1975 (but never picked a winner again).
Lots of people are once-a-year punters, and some even get so engrossed in the excitement and glamour that they buy a share in a racehorse, hoping to make a killing with the next Makybe Diva or Black Caviar – and I’m pretty sure they have no idea just how much killing is involved (good pun, eh?).
Thirteen years ago, when we got our new puppy, the last thing I wanted was to support an industry causing pain and suffering for hundreds of defenceless animals – but that was exactly what I was doing.
Happy Be Kind to Animals Week! It’s been a big week in Melbourne. It made me very thankful that I have a very nice vegetarian (almost vegan) manager (hi KJ if you’re reading this! 🙂 ) who was happy for me to rearrange my week so I could get along to a couple of the events.
Happy International Respect for Chickens Day…Happy International Star Wars Day (May the 4th Be With You) and happy birthday to me!
I got to do whatever I wanted today, so after a trip to the farmers’ market (with potato and lentil dosas for breakfast), we set off to visit the 3 Sea Shepherd ships docked at Seaworks in Williamstown—the Steve Irwin, Bob Barker and Sam Simon.
Hip Hop Bob sniffing around at Princes Park on Edgar’s Mission’s 10th birthday.
I’ve been deep in Assignment-Writing Land lately, but today I took a day out to join in the 10th birthday celebrations for Edgar’s Mission, as they launched their Kindness Challenge.
Did the Easter Bunny come to your house last night?
He dropped by our place and left us enough chocolate to make sure we have been thoroughly ill for the day.
He’s very kind to people—it’s a pity humans aren’t always so kind to rabbits.
The Lentil Institution 