Posted by Gran
January 28, 2017
I live way out in the middle of Australia, in one of the two places bilbies still nibble and dig.
It’s pretty quiet out there at Spinifex Plains, with grass wrens singing through the day and curlews calling mournfully at night. Not a galah or yabbering human to be heard.
Hard, spiky spinifex grass grows in clumps on the red sand and clay across much of the country I call home.
Most spinifex grows in tidy clumps, some kinds small and round, others growing into wide, prickly rings. You don’t want to sit on any kind of spinifex, even with thick moleskin trousers on!
Not even dingoes want to go near those spikes, so spinifex clumps makes safe homes for heaps of small native creatures. Small birds make their nests high in the middle so cats and foxes can’t get near. Mice and lizards burrow underneath and no one wants to dig them out. It is very important to many of our small desert friends.
Life would still be great for all of us out on Spinifex Plains, if it wasn’t for those introduced cats, rabbits, foxes and camels.
Cats are always out there, hunting and killing everything they can catch from insects to lizards, birds, native mice and bilbies.
Rabbits and foxes come and go but make too much trouble when they’re here.
Camels come and go as well but need so much tucker! They eat grasses, herbs and small bushes as well as many shrubs and trees. No one thought they would have so many babies but good rains once fell across our deserts for years
Enough gabber from me now. I found the tracks where a big cat has caught two of our Mulga Rise hopping mice. One of them might have been little Alexis with the crooked tail. I’m off to set some traps!
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