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  • SUFFER THE LITTLE WALLABIES

    I very seldom sign online petitions

    regarding the welfare or otherwise

    of non-human animals, assuming

    that if we gave proper consideration

    and care to one another the rest

    of the animal kingdom would prosper

    accordingly. I made an exception

    today signing and sharing one entitled

    ‘Save the Wallabies of Loch Lomond’.

     

    The Loch is a freshwater lake whose north

    is in the highlands, its south in the lowlands.

    It is the subject of a Jacobite song of love

    and death – ‘The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond;

    has more than thirty islands, some crannogs

    man-made in prehistoric times, most

    organic, all uninhabited, like

    Inchconnachan, ‘Island of the Colquhons’,

    whose property it was from medieval times.

     

    For Fiona, Countess of Arran, née

    Colquhon, Scottish power boat champion,

    ‘the fastest woman on water’, from childhood

    the island was a haven. In time

    she built a timber-framed bungalow,

    boathouse and pier for her personal use.

    On their estate in Hemel Hempstead,

    near St Albans, in the Home Counties,

    she and the Earl kept non-native mammals,

    like llamas, alpacas, and wallabies.

    Shortly after the end of World War II,

    for some unrecorded reason she settled

    a troop of the marsupials on the island.

    For more than seventy years they have lived

    in harmony with native flora and fauna.

     

    The new owners want the wallabies removed,

    whether exiled or culled is not clear –

    hence the petition. Some see them as a

    rather charming quirk of history,

    a useful tourist attraction – others

    an invasive species. These wallabies

    are yet another victim of the British

    Empire, and the selfish, careless whimsy

    of landowners ancient and modern.

    They are no more responsible for where

    they are or what they are doing than escaped

    mink eating grouse eggs on some money-making

    moor, or, from some vast estate, self-seeded

    rhododendron, lush and exotic

    in the acid soils of Scotland’s west coast, its

    empty glens cleared of folk.

     

     


    3 responses to “SUFFER THE LITTLE WALLABIES”


    1. Kate Harrison Avatar
      Kate Harrison

      The joys of absentee landlords. Absent in both body and soul.

    2. Mary Clark Avatar

      Are the wallabies now Scottish? Some exotics have been in new habitats so long they are accepted as ‘might as well be native’. Good luck to them in any case. I sign quite a few of these ‘save the’ online petitions and rarely find out what happened.

    3. Ian Craine Avatar
      Ian Craine

      You know I cannot recall ever disagreeing with you on anything you wrote. I think the way we look at the world in political and social and cultural terms is pretty similar. But, for once, not sure I agree with the words from ‘assuming’ on line 3 to ‘accordingly on line 7. I’m totally with the main thrust of the poem and your concluding words though. It’s a good poem.

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