
For each wombat I have in my pen, the Tasmanian Government issues me with a permit. Last Sunday I emailed Patsy (who works in the Government) to cancel my permit for Coco following her successful release. Yesterday I received an email back from
Patsy in which she wrote: ‘You have done such a great job with the wombats in your care. Thank you for all your help’. A nice compliment, but I feel grateful for the privilege I have of releasing wombats; so I should be the one doing the thanking. Having cared for and released 12 wombats, I know a tiny bit about them. I know even less about
frogs. I know their presence signifies a healthy ecosystem; so it’s unsurprising that frog populations are declining in Australia and world-wide. Thus I’m always pleased when I hear frog calls around here. I adore the name
Pobblebonk and the
sound of its call. However I can’t identify other frog
species by sound, or any at all by sight. My favourite recent frog story is
this one – about the 2008 re-discovery in NSW’s Southern Tablelands, of the yellow-spotted bell frog (pictured) – which was presumed extinct for the past 30 years. The NSW Environment Minister said: ‘This is the equivalent of discovering the Tasmanian tiger, in terms of amphibians, in terms of frogs’. Dear treasured yellow-spotted bell frog, you’re a bright sunbeam of hope shining through an environmental thunderhead. I wish you all the success in the world.
2 comments:
Have a listen to the Chernobyl Frogs. Amazing!
Amazing, Meg. How can frogs be resistant to radioactivity? The Chernobyl frogs put paid to my statement that the presence of frogs signifies a healthy ecosystem, eh. Or perhaps only if we define 'healthy' in terms of a human construct rather than a frog one. xxx
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