17 October, 2021
Day 17 of Writing Nangak Tamboree
It’s a Sunday. A lockdown Sunday. But this one feels different, because this morning we watched as the Premier announced that lockdown was lifting. Vaccination rates are high, and hospitalisations are lower than expected, so the Health Orders are changing in a few days.
I cried. But then, I cried this time last year for the same reason, and then we had no vaccines. So even though we’ve been here before, it does feel different.
And it does feel a bit different being out in the world today. We ride our bikes along the Darebin bike trail up to Bundoora Park, spy on some roos and emus (what even are they doing there?), and double back to ride through Nangak Tamboree – past the Wildlife Sanctuary, over the moat a couple of times, through the empty campus grounds, and around all the lakes. The water is still high, the creek running fast, puddles everywhere, and all the tracks muddy.

The moat – Sanctuary end
The bike path is like Bourke Street before the pandemic with people strolling and sprinting, little kids on training wheels, an elderly man on an electric scooter, and dozens of dog-walkers; every park is filled with people having picnics on soggy ground, playgrounds are crowded with kids – everyone is out in the world.
Soon we’ll be able to go anywhere we like instead of sticking close to home. I wonder how it will affect the way people use these spaces. Will people still go down the the creek bank for a picnic close to home, at these spots they’ve recently discovered, when instead they can drive across town to the beach or the hills? Or will we keep using our public spaces close to home in ways we never did before the pandemic? Time will tell.
In the meantime, I am limbering up for two citizen science events: The Backyard Bird Count, which starts tomorrow, and the Great Southern BioBlitz (22-25 October). I won’t bore you with my daily counts, don’t worry, but here are the results of today’s practice run.
Kangaroos: 9.
Emus: 2.
Greyhound of our acquaintance: 1.
Ducklings: 0.
Turtles: 0.
Snakes: 0.
Young men in loud drumming rehearsal in the bush near Sports Field Lake: 3.
I might need to sharpen up my observation technique.

One of the most common questions that I would get at La Trobe Wildlife Sanctuary was ‘how come the (since deceased) Emu doesn’t have a friend?’
I look forward to a breakdown of passerines and non-passerines in your bird count.
Poor old Emu. Now whenever we have an all- staff meeting, people keep asking, will we get new emu?