Life and Wildlife on the Banks of the Murrumbidgee
For the third time in three years, many of our trees are looking like ghosts of their former selves. The immediate, obvious, culprit is the Christmas Beetle (an anoplagnathus species of scarab), a bit of seasonal joy in a shiny suit. If the weather's right, it digs its way up from underground in November or December,... Continue Reading →
The ancient trees that stalked across the paddocks when I was a child were my first clue that something was wrong with our landscape. They started to die. "Theý're old" said Dad. "They've had their time. We just need to plant some more." So he planted more. The Goodradigbee Shire supplied Sydney blue gums in... Continue Reading →
