31 July 2007

... and further to rubbish ...

The walk to and from the beach through the dunes is beautiful and one of our strongest memories of each day's visit to the beach.
We always take home any rubbish that we find on the beach.


We always hear and generally see wrens, honey eaters and flycatchers.
In winter robins are there as well.
There are always tracks of wallabies and kangaroos, and if we don't see the animals themselves, we hear one or two bounding away as we approach.

In the summer there are goannas, or just their tracks.

Once on the beach, we see a range of the common shore birds.

The plants are typical dune plants; straggly shrubs, tapering off to low ground hugging "herbs" and grasses once you reach the beach itself.
One of my favourite dune plants has been the Sea Spurge.


... or it was a favourite, until recently.
Now I know it is a weed, "Sea Spurge", or Euphorbia paralias.


Apprently it is a pest around much of Australia's coast, from Western Australia to NSW.

http://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/npws.nsf/Content/dec_media_050307_actionspurge

At Antechamber Bay it tapers off about where the Bridal Creeper extends into the dunes.

:(

Discovery Bay Detour

After telling about our first glimpses of Discovery Bay, I went looking for a photo of it.

This is one of the photos that we took at the time.


We walked for what seemed miles ... and there was no end to the rubbish.

Here is the Google image search page for Discovery Bay.
http://www.sciencemusings.com/blog/2007/07/here-come-ducks.html

It is a magnificent place to visit.
Perhaps you could go prepared (with a wagon :)) to carry more stuff back.
Perhaps it is all clean now?

We decided that it must be named "Discovery Bay" because so much of what is lost at sea washes up there to be discovered.
:)

I wonder if any of these ducks will join the junk?

from http://www.sciencemusings.com/blog/2007/07/here-come-ducks.html

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Here come the ducks!

You will remember the consignment of 30,000 yellow plastic ducks that were swept from a container ship by a storm in the North Pacific Ocean in 1992. They have subsequently been adrift, and oceanographers have followed their progress as a way of mapping winds and ocean currents.

The ducks seem to have spent their first years of freedom drifting counterclockwise in the North Pacific Subtropical Gyre.

Some of the silent quackers escaped the gyre and found their way to Japan and Indonesia.

Others peeled off to the north, slipped through the Bering Straits, and found themselves trapped in Arctic Ice. They moved with the floes across the Arctic Ocean towards Greenland and Iceland, where, released by melting, they joined the currents of the North Atlantic.

By 2001, yellow ducks were showing up in Newfoundland, then down along the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. Here, presumably, some were snatched away by the Gulf Stream and carried towards Europe. This past week, the first duck was apparently found on a British beach in Devon by a retired school teacher named Penny Harris.

And so, and so -- I walk the beaches here in Kerry with a wary eye.

What could be more thrilling than finding a yellow duck, with the "First Years" logo, that had spent fifteen years on an ocean swim of many thousands of miles? Our prevailing winds and currents come from the east, sometimes bringing North American birds and even butterflies to our shores.

I have previously suggested on this site that the arrival of strange creatures out of the sea may have been a reason why early Irish myths all speak of an exotic land out there in the Western Ocean -- the Land of the Blessed that inspired Saint Brendan and his companions to launch themselves upon their legendary 6th-century voyage in a boat not unlike the one pictured here yesterday.

If we didn't know about the Pacific storm and battered container ship, what curious Hy-Brasil would we imagine was the source of a flotilla of yellow plastic ducks."


Yay for science blogs :)

30 July 2007

Beach Litter

Years ago, when I was a teacher, Trevor and I went with friends to Discovery Bay, not far from Portland, Victoria (Australia).

It was a magnificent stretch; the beach was difficult to reach and we had to walk in ... a long and arduous trek through the dunes.

When we finally came out onto the deserted beach we got the shock of our lives; despite the isolation it was strewn with rubbish as far as we could see.

Every step we took, we reached yet another piece.

There were ropes and bottles (as you might expect), plastic and metal containers of all sizes and for a range of household and industrial purposes as well as from many different countries; there were light bulbs and a piece of carpet. There was even a container half full of carpet cleaner.

The four of us collected as much as we could carry and took it back, and the resuling heap placed in the middle of our classroom floor was the impetus for our International Year of the Oceans study.

Antechamber Bay does not have that level of littering though there are many more people accessing it directly and ships passing nearby frequently. My guess is that the local ocean currents carry most litter away to some other place, but there is enough.

A favourite piece is this little "broom".
Although it is litter, it is beautifully made.
We enjoy using it at our Kangaroo Island home.
Recycling with a difference.

:)

Randomising? Not quite.

It's been so long since I wrote here and lots has happened.

I couldn't decide whether to start where I left off (back at the beginning of the year? I don't think so!) or just pick and choose the things that come to mind as I think about the intervening time. As you can tell, the latter got the nod.

So, where are we?
Here, midway between Penneshaw and Cape Willoughby.


And turning to look back the other way we see ... saw (in January) ... the steep, roadway that leads down to Antechamber Bay.

We all go down this track to the beach every day, or almost every day.






Sometimes, left to our own initiative (or lack of it) Trevor and I would be willing to just curl up in front of the fire with a book, but then we think that is something we can do at home ... ...
OOPS!

I was going to say that we can do that at home when it is cold and blustery outside (like this past holiday in July) but I had already begun thinking about _January_ 2007!

So, I see I began with a chronological approach, despite thinking I was not going to ... way back at the beginning of the year in fact!
Oh well ... we will just have to see how long that lasts.
:)

It's been so long ...

Our Island house has been well occupied this year; Trevor and I go over on our own sometimes and other times with friends (including children and grandchildren) .

The house is on a rise above and to the west of Antechamber Bay and looks east out over it.

The mainland of South Australia is visible across the water.

We also look out to The Pages, and watch their light at night. During the day we keep track of the sea-going traffic.

The house is built on an almost paddock, between two scrub lots; one of only an acre or two and the other of 160 acres. They are both beaut for exploring.

Does this still work?

*tap tap tap*





*wipes screen*





oh ... yes ... :)




"cooeeeeees?" through blogland.



*goess off to work out how long it's been and where to start again ... with a coffee (yes, instant :)))