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Echidna... ngarrbek in Kunwinjku language from Gunbalanya. Weavery’s Arnhem Weaving journey this July is full!!! However, rejoice, as you can come on the next one in late September! Book here https://www.eventbrite.com.au/o/rene-bahloo-10793355289 Pervious journey pics at #arnhemweavingjourney
Antics in the outstations - finding baby fish, and feeding them. #outstation #fishfriends #natureplay #remotecommunity#australianoutback#culture #reconciliation
Antics in the outstations - finding baby fish, and feeding them. #outstation #fishfriends #natureplay #remotecommunity#australianoutback#culture #reconciliation
Antics in the outstations - finding baby fish, and feeding them. #outstation #fishfriends #natureplay #remotecommunity#australianoutback#culture #reconciliation
Dye and fibre at Mamadawerre spring
Antics in the outstations - finding baby fish, and feeding them. #outstation #fishfriends #natureplay #remotecommunity#australianoutback#culture #reconciliation
Morinda citrifolia, aka rotten cheese fruit plant. Medicine plant, extremely high in vitamin c. Good for yellow dye (roots) and string (bark). Now here’s the thing... I got given three of the fruits because i commented on it being the first time I’d seen the plant fruiting. I put them on The troopie’s dashboard, as you do, right. And then forgot about them. They didn’t like being forgotten. A week later st Barunga Festival the reminders began. What’s that bizarre whiff? Kinda like something very very stale. Not rotten as such, but not very pleasant at all, none the less. Took two days of searching before I realised. Oh my goodness. It’s name should have told me, but I’d forgotten to listen. Yep. Rotten cheese fruit indeed!
Morinda citrifolia, aka rotten cheese fruit plant. Medicine plant, extremely high in vitamin c. Good for yellow dye (roots) and string (bark). Now here’s the thing... I got given three of the fruits because i commented on it being the first time I’d seen the plant fruiting. I put them on The troopie’s dashboard, as you do, right. And then forgot about them. They didn’t like being forgotten. A week later st Barunga Festival the reminders began. What’s that bizarre whiff? Kinda like something very very stale. Not rotten as such, but not very pleasant at all, none the less. Took two days of searching before I realised. Oh my goodness. It’s name should have told me, but I’d forgotten to listen. Yep. Rotten cheese fruit indeed!
Morinda citrifolia, aka rotten cheese fruit plant. Medicine plant, extremely high in vitamin c. Good for yellow dye (roots) and string (bark). Now here’s the thing... I got given three of the fruits because i commented on it being the first time I’d seen the plant fruiting. I put them on The troopie’s dashboard, as you do, right. And then forgot about them. They didn’t like being forgotten. A week later st Barunga Festival the reminders began. What’s that bizarre whiff? Kinda like something very very stale. Not rotten as such, but not very pleasant at all, none the less. Took two days of searching before I realised. Oh my goodness. It’s name should have told me, but I’d forgotten to listen. Yep. Rotten cheese fruit indeed!
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)
So there we were, driving into Mamadawerre, joyous at the working engine of our Beasty Babe, and we see flocks and flocks of amazing birds. Black cockatoos. Do you mob you eat them? we ask. Nah, tough meat, the answer. Ok. Well Myah and I looked at each other. Imagine having a cockatoo tail feather - how beautiful! We should look out for one, we might get lucky with all these cockatoos around. Imagine finding a whole bird to taxidermy! (Did I tell you we found two dead white cockatoos in Darwin?) anyway we smiled. The chances of that were pretty low. But.... no. Universe was listening. Next morning we were clearing up after breakfast and what did we see? In the wheelbarrow right next to our camp, we found a... black cockatoo! Dick (I call him dje dje, or son) had caught it hunting last night and left it there. Can we have the feathers please? I asked Doreen, my yabok (big sister). You can have the whole bird! She replied. What???? You can eat it, she said. Whaaaaaat? Yes! Good tucker, she continued. So Myah did the honours, helped by Kether Padme and Chelsea, while we were out collecting pandanus that morning. Garang (mother) Molly even said Don’t forget the heart! The heart is the best! So. There we were, gifted a black cockatoo. Full of joy and gratitude. And we didn’t forget it’s heart. It was beautiful. And delicious. Thank you universe! ♥️ Oh yes, and guess what? My nickname for Myah has always been Mayh Mayh - well, in Kunwinjku language that turns out to have a meaning. Guess what it means? It means ‘birds’’. The ladies loved that. And me. #eatingbblackcockatoo #blackcockatoo #arnhemjourney #arnhemweavingjourney #mamadawerre #storiesfromthebush #remotecommunities #outstationlife #adventure #arnhemlandadventures (at Sippy Downs, Queensland)