Posted on 05/01/2010 5:09:01 PM PDT by nickcarraway
WHAT do you feed dingoes you believe are hungry?
Well according to Adam Randall from Rainbow Beach you feed them apples, mangoes, coconuts, roast chicken, dog food and sausages.
And that is exactly what he did feed a family of dingoes in 2008 at Hook Point on Fraser Island according to evidence presented yesterday at the Maryborough Magistrates Court.
Randall, 36, pleaded guilty in the court to four counts of feeding a dingo and one count of disturbing a dingo – and was fined $2500.
DERM prosecutor Ralph Devlin said Randall was in a relationship with wildlife photographer Jennifer Parkhurst, who has also been charged with feeding the dingoes.
The prosecutor said it was alleged Parkhurst started feeding a family of dingoes on the southern end of the island, known as the “Hook Point pack,” after several dingo pups died of starvation in 2007.
“Over a two-year period the rangers saw her on the island almost daily ... in close proximity to the dingoes,” he alleged.
“Since 2007 the QPWS rangers had seen abnormal behaviour of the dingoes and increased boldness towards humans.
“They were well nourished dingoes for animals living in the wild.”
Mr Devlin said six dingoes were killed by rangers after the animals displayed increasingly aggressive behaviour.
He alleged Randall visited the island with Parkhurst regularly and helped her feed the dingoes.
On several occasions he went to the island alone to feed the animals.
The offences were caught on film – photographs of Randall feeding the dingoes were tendered to the court.
The photos showed Randall feeding coconuts to the dingoes on February 9 and October 19, 2008 and frozen sausages to another dingo on May 27, 2008.
On Boxing Day 2008 he fed several juvenile dingoes a Christmas feast of roast chicken and dog biscuits.
In addition to the feeding offences, Randall was caught “disturbing” a dingo by playing with the animal on May 24, 2009.
Still images from the footage taken of the incident were shown to the court.
Mr Devlin said Randall interacted with a dingo on the beach, crouching down on all fours and lunging towards the animal before retreating.
The animal responded to the play behaviour and circled Randall before playfully nipping him on the leg, Mr Devlin said.
DERM laid charges against Randall and Parkhurst after officers raided her Rainbow beach home on August 24 last year.
Several items were seized from her home, including photography gear, electronic files and QPWS signs.
Mr Devlin said Randall’s actions were serious breaches and the dingo management strategy put in place in 2001 aimed to reduce interaction between humans and dingoes.
Magistrate John Smith fined Randall $500 for each charge and no conviction was recorded.
Parkhurst will face court later this year.
I find that.......disturbing.
I find this even more.......disturbing.
;^)
Let sleeping dingoes lie!
A Dingo ate your baby...
Gotta be careful with those dingoes; they’ll eat your baby.
But if strategically placed, they can hide the fact that you’re a little behind on the laundry...
hmm, so this is where the link leads? The story must have been written in cave drawing art.
When I was sitting at the bar on Frasier Island, a pair of dingoes wandered in and stole my food right off the bar.
Scary, creepy, hilarious all at once.
“A Dingo ate my apples, mangoes, coconuts, roast chicken, dog food and sausages!”
How the Kangaroo learned to hop
Nqong called Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—always hungry, dusty in the sunshine, and showed him Kangaroo. Nqong said, ‘Dingo! Wake up, Dingo! Do you see that gentleman dancing on an ashpit? He wants to be popular and very truly run after. Dingo, make him SO!’
Up jumped Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—and said, ‘What, that cat-rabbit?’
Off ran Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—always hungry, grinning like a coal-scuttle,—ran after Kangaroo.
Off went the proud Kangaroo on his four little legs like a bunny.
This, O Beloved of mine, ends the first part of the tale!
He ran through the desert; he ran through the mountains; he ran through the salt-pans; he ran through the reed-beds; he ran through the blue gums; he ran through the spinifex; he ran till his front legs ached.
He had to!
Still ran Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—always hungry, grinning like a rat-trap, never getting nearer, never getting farther,—ran after Kangaroo.
He had to!
Still ran Kangaroo—Old Man Kangaroo. He ran through the ti-trees; he ran through the mulga; he ran through the long grass; he ran through the short grass; he ran through the Tropics of Capricorn and Cancer; he ran till his hind legs ached.
He had to!
Still ran Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—hungrier and hungrier, grinning like a horse-collar, never getting nearer, never getting farther; and they came to the Wollgong River.
Now, there wasn’t any bridge, and there wasn’t any ferry-boat, and Kangaroo didn’t know how to get over; so he stood on his legs and hopped.
He had to!
He hopped through the Flinders; he hopped through the Cinders; he hopped through the deserts in the middle of Australia. He hopped like a Kangaroo.
First he hopped one yard; then he hopped three yards; then he hopped five yards; his legs growing stronger; his legs growing longer. He hadn’t any time for rest or refreshment, and he wanted them very much.
Still ran Dingo—Yellow-Dog Dingo—very much bewildered, very much hungry, and wondering what in the world or out of it made Old Man Kangaroo hop.
For he hopped like a cricket; like a pea in a saucepan; or a new rubber ball on a nursery floor.
He had to!
He tucked up his front legs; he hopped on his hind legs; he stuck out his tail for a balance-weight behind him; and he hopped through the Darling Downs.
He had to!
Still ran Dingo—Tired-Dog Dingo—hungrier and hungrier, very much bewildered, and wondering when in the world or out of it would Old Man Kangaroo stop.
Then came Nqong from his bath in the salt-pans, and said, ‘It’s five o’clock.’
Down sat Dingo—Poor Dog Dingo—always hungry, dusky in the sunshine; hung out his tongue and howled.
Down sat Kangaroo—Old Man Kangaroo—stuck out his tail like a milking-stool behind him, and said, ‘Thank goodness that’s finished!’
Kipling, Just So Stories
Yeah, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
Yep.
Nope. That’s a sketch of the Obamantion’s actual birthing. No wonder there’s no long form BC available...
LOL
Now I’m going to sing that all night...
In 1814 we took a little trip...
Wow, he’s got a...um...third leg.
It’s twue, it’s twue!
It comes in handy when you’re fleeing a crime scene.
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