The Bothwell Bunyip – as it confided to CharlesG of Bothwell Tasmania Australia

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“I’m just a bunyip but I’m happy.

I’ve seen it all. We had it made, and well made it was.  

 Natural progression was called progress. The trick was to hasten slowly. Let change happen as needs be. Any problems would sort themselves out. Change was always for the better because the better bits always overwhelmed the weaker less desirable. There was safety in numbers. Strength in success. Superiority in stability. Defence in denial. This was how it began and how it was. A sort of code of the bush.

Disasters and extreme happenings came and went. We were hampered for a while but we always recovered. 

The nature of Nature was natural.

Everything had its place and every place had its things. Plant things and animal things. From the tip of that place now called Ossa to the bottom of the then nameless liquid covered depths.

Depending on what you were, you lived where you were best suited and had been able to establish.

Salt “water” had its living things as did stagnant, slimy, smelly swamps. As some struggled against the tide, many struggled against the flow of water with mineral bits of rock on its way to becoming salted.

Land had its life – made by absorbing disintegrated  rock to make distinct shapes only to eventually decay back to what they started as, to give another a go at making life. Life is only temporary but the act of living is a never-ending cycle.

I am only a bunyip but I’m happy. We had it all working perfectly. Things lived and died and lived again in a scheme called life. Ridiculous, I know,  but reasonable when accepted.

Then came the gradual invasion. The interveners came to change that which had developed in the very best way possible.

They came with animals and plants and ideas that didn’t belong. These were not part of the natural development.

Suddenly the rule was that there were no rules. Change was to no longer be natural, but devised and or manufactured. Reactionary whims that seemed like a good idea at the time.

Males of their kind were preoccupied with superiority. Females were obsessed with dysfunctional floral variety.

Ignorantly imposed plants, sheep, cattle and foreign birds were introduced for food. This was not even enough for the unsettled settler. Food was not functional any more, but had to contend with a thing called taste. That which should have been practical to eat for sustenance, had to be tainted for variety. This they called taste. They acquired new tastes for no reasonable reason. They needed a bit of tang in their life because they didn’t know how to be complacent.

There had been natural laws of the bush that belonged to the future. We lived without important concerns. Bunyips are now born for extinction because we cared enough not to care. ”

 

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