Friday, July 30, 2010

Thylacine AKA Tasmanian Tiger




My love affair with Australia started as a small child. Any time we were given a research assignment throughout school I would report on Australia. Ayres Rock, Olgas, Aboriginals, Wild life... you name it, I was fascinated with it.

Especially wild life. I have always had a special connection with animals. People through out my life have been very cruel. To this day, I have little or no trust for my fellow homosapiens. But animals were another story. Animals are instinctual. If they did things we humans found cruel, it was because that is the way they are made, not the way they chose to be.

Australia has by far the most unique animals, be them reptilian, mammalian, or avery. Marsupials exist no where else on the planet with the sole exception of the Water Opossum (strangely found in Mexico, Central and South America, and Argentina).

Australia also has the worst track record in history of any other country on the planet when it comes to the extinction of it's native animals due to European colonization. A staggering 50% of all the native animals have become extinct in only 200 years. Hunting, introduction of K9's and felines, deforestation and encroachment into habitat have destroyed some of the most unique and oldest wilderness. A tragedy that cannot be reversed, regardless of desire and intent.

The Thylacine, or Tasmanian Tiger is one of the most recent victims. A very shy and misunderstood creature that was hunted to extinction due to ignorance and intolerance. The last known Tassie Tiger died at the Hobart Zoo in Tasmania on September 7, 1936. His name was Benjamin, and he was thought to have died from neglect. He was locked out of his shelter exposing him to the extreme Tasmanian weather - blistering heat in the day, freezing temperatures at night.

Benjamin and his kind were of the only two known kinds of marsupials that had a pouch in both sexes. Once again the other being the Water Opossum. They (Tasmanian Tigers) were the largest living meat eating marsupials. Very few marsupials are carnivores, making the Tigers even more rare.

Thylacines first appeared on the planet 4 million years ago. 4 million years of survival, only to be wiped out by humans 74 years ago. Says a lot doesn't it?

They populated Australia and New Guinea, but closer to modern times their last refuge was Tasmania. They had similar body type to canines; sharp teeth, powerful jaws, raised heels, and similar body form. They were sandy to red in colour and had 13 to 21 bold black stripes down their backs and into their tails. They were short haired with a stiff tail which extended from the body in a similar way to that of a kangaroo. Unlike other marsupials it's pouch opened to the rear of it's body.

The Tassie Tigers could open their jaws up to 120 degrees. Longer snout with muscular and powerful jaws, housing 46 teeth. They had one of the strongest bites for any mammal. Despite it's many combative attributes, it was an extremely shy animal that would go out of it's way to avoid conflict with other animals and humans. (completely unlike it's cousin the Devil).

They had a stiff gate and would often stand upright on it's hind legs for brief periods of time, much like the kangaroo. It would growl and hiss when angry, and show it's threatening "yawn". It did not bark as K9's do, but would give a series of rapid guttural cough-like yaps. It also had a long whining cry, and a low snuffling noise used for communicating with pack members.

Little is really know about this amazing animal. They were nocturnal, and they were pretty much gone before study and preservation of their kind was entertained. The young were called Joeys and up to 4 were born in a litter, and they were carried in the pouch for up to three months.

They were exclusively carnivorous. They were known for hunting both large game, Kangaroos, Emu's, and anything smaller including possums.

They are officially considered to be extinct, but continued (and unverified) sightings have people hoping for the best. I hope they have managed to survive somehow. But more importantly, I hope that people have learned to respect these creatures, so that if they have survived, they will continue to do so. Again 4 million years is a most impressive run, to bad we ended it.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Old Friends


Every year the farm is blessed with some very special guests. A family of Bald Eagles come every spring and stay around 6 weeks.

I was tramping across Australia when their yearly visit happened this time... or so I thought. They are back. Not the whole brood mind, just the parents. The father eagle is massive, and momma is no slouch either.

This is the first time I remember them visiting twice in one year. But it makes me feel great that they are here as I missed them the first time around. Just thought that was pretty cool.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A Valley of Mist and Shadow




I was driving home last night, and it was beautiful. Funny, somehow that word seems insufficient. It was shortly after 22:00hrs, and the sun was finally beginning to reach the horizon. Canadian twilight lingers for hours. That's not an over statement. It began to drop around 20:30 and finally set by 22:30. Something unique to northern countries. Something I had began to forget living in the south. Sun set in the US, Austrail Asia, and most of Europe is lightning fast compared to Canada. In Australia the sun would begin to set at 17:00. By 17:30 it was pitch black.

But I digress. I was driving home last night (I live in rural Alberta) through the rolling hills lush and green from all the rain. The humidity has been very high for this part of the country (southern Alberta is a semi desert) and the mist was rising off the fields, ponds, and creeks. From the top of hills, it was a shrouded valley floor with mounds of emerald breaking it's grey blanket. The clouds were a flame with the reds, blues, and purples that sun set brings, and it framed the landscape with an etherial contrast. Light and dark stretching out, enveloping the land, creating a flow of colour on the brink of losing definition.

I found myself thinking (as I did many times in my travels) that this place is beautiful in it's own right. Sometimes you need to look away to see what's around you.

Monday, July 12, 2010

A Thought, Perhaps a Memory


I had a really special Sunday. It was unique in it's simplicity. When I saw my mates last weekend, well the welcome was amazing. Amy hugged the stuffing out of me, and I'm surprised she let go. I missed that girl.

This Sunday was more of the same. My mates that weren't around last weekend hugged the stuffing out of me this weekend. It was great, but the simplest welcome came from someone I respect and love with all my heart and it meant the most to me. Lyal simply said, "It's good to have you back girl." I missed him tons, and getting to fly with him again was so much fun. Viva sunset load.

I taught the First Jump Course the last couple of weekends. One of my students Sunday ran up to me after her jump and threw her arms around me. She thanked me and said she couldn't wait to continue her training in the sky. Passion for the sport is easy to kindle, and it burns with a strength like almost no other. Magic.

While in New Zealand, Tina and I met a wayward Canadian at the drop zone in Christchurch. We just happened to be jumping the same weekend at the same place. Small world. While there, we chatted about home DZ's and he mentioned that he was coming back to Canada and was looking to relocate for the summer. He mentioned that he had been in contact with Lyal when he found out we were from Eden. We assumed that he had already decided to call Eden his home. We miss understood. Apparently talking to us and listening to the passion and love we have for our DZ made up his mind. We had no idea. I showed up and Ray said to me "So I hear we have you to thank for Greg coming here." I'm like "Whaaat? No, he was planning to come here, we just bumped into him on the tramp." I was wrong. Turns out, Tina and I made an impression on him. One he chose to trust and follow to our home, 2 months ahead of us. Not knowing anyone and willing to walk into complete strangers because we happened to meet.

He has joined my family at Eden and an idea has become reality, will become a memory. He also had a huge smile and hug for Tina and I when we finally ran into each other yesterday. He's such a great kid.

Humans are creatures of habit. We have limitless creativity, yet it's rarely acted upon. We aspire to be like those who take thought and turn it into memory. Those who act on their passion, belief, imagination. When they seek out others like themselves, they create a community stronger than the bonds of most families. These people are family to me. I have, and willingly continue to, literally put my life in their hands. I have no doubts that it is safe and that my happiness and well being is in their minds.

We take our thoughts, turn them into reality, and they become wonderful memories. Ones I cherish.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Home is where?




Some say home is where you hang your hat, others where your heart is. I don't know. I've seen a good chunk of the world and there are several places I could easily call home. I keep getting the same two questions. You glad to be home? and You back for good now? The answer is... no clue. I feel no different from when I was living out of my swag. Fact is, I'm still unpacking and getting myself sorted.

I'm back for at least 6 months. I'm not making any promises. I don't know where home is, but I do know that there are some things that are going to keep me in the country for a while at least. Things are simpler and more complicated at the same time. I'm used to being the stranger in town, and being here is no different. Things have changed, things have stayed the same, and I find myself circling it like it's a strange cat.

It'll get sorted and she'll be right.

Lisa Freitag
Silent River Kung Fu, Stony Plain, Alberta, Canada