Posted in Animals and conservation, Other stuff

Who cares about this cute horse?

I’ve been working in the remote mid-west Queensland town of Dingo for over six months. During that time I walk regularly with my workmates and we know the few streets of Dingo well. There’s not much more than a pub (of course), school, library, tennis court, church, run-down caravan park and a couple of saw mills, all set in about eight blocks. There’s nice houses and neglected houses but in general I like the little town. It can’t be helped that the coal train runs through it, or that it is the hub of the mining industry at the moment.

However, it can help one starved and neglected horse but for some reason the people of Dingo have chosen to ignore something in their own backyard. We’ve fed the horse (we call him Billy, after Billy Slater) grass that we’ve pulled out as we’ve walked. We wondered if he was being looked after as his paddock was looking a little bare. We decided to keep an eye on him. Every two weeks (that I worked) I would visit Billy. This last stint I became increasingly concerned. A workmate had contacted the RSPCA weeks before but Billy still looked to be unfed and his water troughs were nearly empty and the water stagnant.

This time as I walked past him he was more skittish than usual. I pulled out heaps of grass and put it in his feed trough. He head-butted it nearly knocking the steel fence down. He stamped his hoof on the ground and whinnied and scoffed down the little grass I could find.

Back at camp I spoke to our chef Cathy who suggested that we save vegetable and fruit scraps for Billy and take water to him. So that afternoon we pulled up in our ute and he whinnied again when he saw the food we were putting in the food bin. He scoffed it and gradually let us pat him. Billy’s ribs show and the bones in his neck poke out. He is ungroomed and his mane and tail are matted. His hoofs look split and his beautiful eyes are full of gunk. There is not a blade of grass in his paddock and now stable for shelter. No water and no food. How could someone treat an animal like this? How can a town just ignore this gorgeous creature?

Next day we pulled up again. This time he stamped the ground and whinnied. He was definitely excited to see us. When I got back to camp I rang the RSPCA and reported the cruelty. There was still no sign of any other food or water. They said they would check Billy out.

Cathy feeding a very grateful Billy. Notice how there is not a blade of glass in his paddock and no shelter from a storm.

The next day the water trough was full of fresh water. We couldn’t see signs of food but Billy would have eaten every crumb. We fed him for two more days. Each time we pulled up he got more excited and would now let us pet him without even shying away.

I heard this week that the people who own Billy are in the house next door. Can you believe that? They have totally ignored his suffering. Billy is a beautiful gentle horse who someone would truly love. These people don’t deserve him and hopefully the RSPCA will relocate him to somewhere nice where he is appreciated.

Here’s to you Billy and the next stage of a happier healthier life.

PLEASE NOTE: RSPCA responds to reports of all cruelty, neglect and abandonment complaints of companion and farm animals, as well as injuries to wildlife. Last year Inspectors investigated nearly 14,000 cruelty complaints, and nearly 8,000 wildlife patients were admitted to the RSPCA Wildlife Hospital. To support them please see their website

Posted in Women's issues

Why are break ups often so mean?

The son of my work friend has been breaking up with his girlfriend on and off over a period of months. They try then they fail, try and fail and try again. This week they’ve failed miserably (or maybe I should say she has). Not only have they broken up for good but now the girlfriend has cleared out their mutual flat and left him with diddly squat.

“Not even a plate to eat dinner on,” he said to his mum.

Why do some women do this? How can they be so mean to someone they have loved?

Come on, it’s not even her property so how does she think she has the right to take it? What does she need  a set of men’s golf clubs for, other than to hock them at Cash Converters and brag about it on Facebook?  That is, in fact, what this stupid young woman is doing – bragging on Facebook.

Honestly, she should be shamed on Facebook (shamed on Twitter, YouTube, billboards – everywhere). Any friends reading her rants should put her in her place. Tell her to give him back his own property, grow up and be civil.

The most ridiculous thing is that she has taken out an AVO on this poor unsuspecting fella. There’s no cause for this other than it allows her to bombard his mother with mean emails, upset his whole family, take his rights away – and get away with it.

The police were called to the empty apartment and told the young man, that it was a civil matter and they could not do anything. Obviously (to all of us) she has stolen his property but the law sees it otherwise.

My main point is – why would she be so mean?

The young man in question is only 22 years old so he hasn’t amassed a great deal of personal possession so to be left with nothing is depressing. It’s even inhumane.

He recently said to his mum, “There’s no point in going on. There’s no point in living.”

I’m a mum and I know those are word you never want to hear from one of your children. To say a cold shiver went up my spine is an understatement, more like an ice pick.

Did this young-miss-mean consider that by hurting her ex-lover she is hurting everyone who cares for him? The mother had also befriended YMM and brought her warmly into her family fold. Nice thanks that is.

Obviously YMM is vengeful (or a plain bitch) but she has no reason to be. This is a nice well-brought-up young man who adored her and he is yet to be mean back. The only thing is done is break up with her (obviously a correct decision it seems). Maybe it’s not in his nature.

He thought that they would divide their mutually accrued possessions in a reasonable manner. He would pack his footy tropies, clothes and the golf clubs and move out amicably. He hoped that one day when they bumped into each other in the street it wouldn’t be awkward it would be like greeting an old friend.

Poor fella, there’s more chance of her greeting him in the street with her car engine revving aiming to hit-and-run. Rage is fuelling her but how did this rage replace what was so recently rose-coloured love?

I guess she’s the only one that knows this. Maybe she’s watched too many adverts where upset women smash brand-new-red sports cars or hurtle their exs possessions out a third-floor window. Possibly she just wasn’t very nice to start with and the young man was yet to take off his own rose-coloured glasses.

Final word – karma.

YMM take note that it will one day bite you on the bum.