Hello, and welcome to Rescue!
I’m the project producer, moderator and go-to person for any questions you might have… I’ll be selecting stories to highlight, writing blogs to highlight your work, and later, curating a selection of stories to become part of a podcast series that you can listen to. I’ll also be making an audio documentary about a site of landcaring, selected from the stories you tell, so if you think what you do is pretty special, do get your fellow carers to contribute so I can get to know what you do!

And just to be clear – I do mean ‘landcarer’ with a small ‘l’. Even though you may not be a member of a formal group as part of Landcare, you are more than welcome to tell your story here – in fact, we’d love to issue you a special invite to do so!

So, this project, this collaboration between Landcare Australia, me and you, is really all about you. And it’s particularly about what the process of taking care of the earth, from connecting to a particular place and getting to know it intimately is like for you. What does your land like? What doesn’t it? Where does it struggle, where has it taken off, and where, in fact, does it offer you something back?
It’s also about habitat – and the creatures who live in the habitat. It’s about the wombat you rescue, the joey or the kookaburra you raise. The magpie family you know down the local park. It’s about the trees you plant in the hopes that the birds will visit. It is about hope, and failure and just living in a particular place. It’s about coming to know land, animals, birds.

I first heard of Landcare from the parents of my first boyfriend. Jan and Stuart King lived in Vincentia and 30 years ago or so they started caring for the tract of bush nearby. They weeded and replanted and walked those paths more times than I could count. Caring for this country became their greatest passion. They came to know all the local species … and in my youthful bounciness it drove me mad, all the stopping on walks to name things and inspect and argue about what something might or might not be. They mourned the losses – like the awful suburban development of great tracts of virgin heath up on the hill, but they pragmatically got on with the next job. They did it til their knees gave out, and in the end some of that bush was named after them – the Stuart King Reserve. Now I find I too know the names of things, and it’s Janet’s voice I hear when the words pop into my head. That landscape later sustained me through heartache, and pregnancy, and just life really – the places we love and rescue have great power to rescue us in return. Or more mundanely – how good do you feel when you’re out there in it!

Do come back again and again to read the stories of others – leave a comment and share them around!
Cheers
Gretchen

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