I’ve written previously about ‘Far Canal Colin’s’ horrendous policy decisions. It is an infinite regress into a mire that appears beyond extraction. Much like many other former playgrounds in the Perth area.Īnd for what? Perth’s cultural fascination for planning and infrastructure with no end point, against all advice, is re-reflected in the destruction of and conflict with the natural environment. What remained of the woodland was a road, decades in the planning. It seemed that the people living in the area also felt the same underlying frustration – no plan, no direction, no purpose. Gradually it was replaced by roads and urban sprawl, where nothing led anywhere. Like the banksias, I didn’t notice the black cockatoos until I was gone – until they were gone.īanksia Park was the name given to the area I grew up in, and one of the largest banksia woodland communities was my playground. Much like the yearly blooming of the banksias, which was a constant signal that the school year was coming to an end and an excuse to look out the window, to daydream. The noise of white-tailed black cockatoos (Carnaby’s cockatoos) was a part of the background noise. Raucous squawking and singing punctuate my childhood memories.
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