Driving in rain, I contemplated. It started with a few drops, and it soon felt as though it was raining very hard. I thought I would stop my vehicle on the side of the road and record a video; a video of the blinding rain and its sound. As my vehicle came stationary, I thought... Continue Reading →
Out of those little seedlings that looked as though they mightn't make it, a few is sprouting now. And those ones that started lifting off the surface in the last week or so is shooting into the sky at a much faster pace compare to the ones that came alive during the winter temperature. And... Continue Reading →
I put 4 pots of baby oak trees in the sun today. ( More about these oak trees: http://wp.me/p7lYgC-Hv) These are the ones that are growing faster than 7 other pots, for now, as nobody will ever know if they will always stay ahead of the others. Just for a few hours, they will soak... Continue Reading →
It means a lot for me to be around people who has ingrained interest in conservation. One, I don't feel like the only one that cares. Two, you see a lot of odd behaviours- like collecting seeds from trees and storing in unexpected places- like a fridge! So I was cleaning this fridge, and I... Continue Reading →
These 3 men (self-funded organisation, Books 4 Outback) are delivering books to outback communities. "Mr Lane – a former volunteer for Lifeline – established Books 4 Outback with fellow volunteer, Bill Iceton, who he said was instrumental in transporting the books to the outback. The two men also teamed with Acrobat Removals owner, Norm Doughty, who gave... Continue Reading →
There is a folk story about a sea turtle in Japan.
A fisherman, Taro, one day saved a Sea Turtle from a group of naughty children and released it back to the sea.
Some time after, a turtle appeared before Taro, thanked him for saving its life, and wished to invite him to visit an underwater paradise. Turtle took Taro on its back, and it turns into a beautiful woman as they arrived at the paradise. Taro spent some time at the paradise, which was all about pleasure and luxury, however he eventually asked the woman if she would take him back to the shore; that he needed to go home. She gave Taro a box of gift, and made Taro promise never to open the box.
Upon return, Taro realises that he had been gone for hundreds of years and he no longer knew a person in his old fishing village. He desperately looked for any familiarity, and finally, could not resist opening the box . When he opened to look inside the box, all it came out was smoke. And the smoke turned Taro into a very old man.
It feels as though the story is filled with messages. What is it about the paradise, the home, the gift, the good deed, you, the reward, and life?
I remember having to answer a question – what should Taro have done? I do not know if there is one correct answer to this question. But it certainly gives a lot to think about.
San Diego Bay National Wildlife Refuge has a residential group of approximately 60 protected Eastern Pacific Green Sea Turtles. No one knows how they got here, but it is assumed they were caught many decades ago in Mexico, brought to the bay alive, and escaped from fishing pens, prior to being slaughtered. They settled successfully in the bay due to waters that are artificially warmed by nearby industry.
This is the only area on the west coast of the US where green sea turtles are known to congregate and thrive.
These turtles are an endangered species due to habitat destruction, illegal poaching, inadvertent fish netting, boat strikes, and plastic ingestion.
San Diego Bay Wildlife Refuge is one of the few safe sanctuaries for these peaceful and VERY large turtles. The largest turtle ever measured here weighed 530 lbs, which is the largest known green turtle in the Eastern Pacific.
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"Can you kill a person and walk away without ever being held accountable?" My grandfather asked me out of the blue. I was about 8 or 9 years old, and killing was not on my card by any chance - I was somebody who had to be taught it was ok cut cut a piece... Continue Reading →
We use to read stories aloud at school. We would stand up one at a time and read a story to the class; it was one of my favourite things to do. One day, I was given a story of Utopia. I liked that story, because it had a horse in it. Even better, there... Continue Reading →