Thursday, May 12, 2005
A area of bush unfenced off from a paddock close to some stockyards is so heavily grazed that it is like visiting an old cemetery. There are bare tree trunks, supplejack and dead leaves on bare earth and exposed roots. These are mature trees, though there are no really fat trunks. They grew tall to reach the sun above the understory before it was eaten by cattle.The only green left near the ground is moss. All the diversity and complextity of the undergrowth is absent. The remaining beauty of the bush is way over my head, so I keep tipping it back to look at the green canopy which is untouched and where the birds still sing.
Posted by Meliors Simms at 11:05 a.m.