The council, cats and protecting our frungle

This blog is all out of order. It’s not the one I was planning to share but events have overtaken things. Sailors may want to give it a wide berth too (see what I did there?) as it is about the opposite of water, it’s about *shudder* being a dirt dweller.

Our home

About three years ago Paddy and I bought a house on a piece of land (and before any of you lot start on about me making him swallow the anchor, he was the one who suggested it and he is very happy here – he has a very large garage!)

It has a substantial amount of regenerating scrub behind it, sadly mostly broom, blackberry and Old Man’s Beard, due to years of neglect from being a rental for a decade. It needs a bit of work but its ours and we love it. I called it a forest and Paddy called it a jungle so we compromised and have  name it ‘the frungle’.

The frungle when we first moved in – unfortunately, despite our best efforts, the blackberry and gorse has overgrown a fair bit of this

A bit of bush bashing into the frungle shows old farm tracks with a lot of clear space under a canopy. One day it will be an amazing place for us to wander through and have places to just sit and be. It will need work to get there though, access cleared and I have a vision of a nice terraced garden leading up to it.

Inside the frungle

We’re not afraid of the hard work needed to get there. When we arrived the garden in front of the house was a mess of infill soil, rocks and tree roots. I cleared the roots, ripped all the rocks out to make a rock garden and have created a lovely flowering area that all the neighbours comment on. We love our little patch of dirt and are doing what we can to make it better for everyone.

Before
After

The council

Last week we received a flyer in our letter box from the council, with one of those cutesie brochures with cartoon people holding seedlings that you would have to be a nature hater to object to.

It said they wanted to redesignate part of our property as a Significant Natural Area (SNA) and include it in the district plan. The flier included a map that was so tiny it was impossible to tell where our property was on it and a phone number that went straight to an answering machine. When Paddy finally found a copy of the map online that he could expand we discovered they wanted our frungle, the entire section next to us and most of the property our neighbour lives on, along with other neighbouring properties. There are nine of us affected locally. One is away overseas and one threw the flier in the bin because she doesn’t read English. Hardly the most robust consultation.

According to the ‘Our City Tomorrow Planning for Growth’ website there are 160 properties in the Wellington City area affected. Around 50% are owned by the Wellington City Council and the rest is private land.

So why worry about a new property designation? Well this would put our little frungle in the same category as the nearby park filled with walking tracks, wind farms and other areas of special significance – all of which we thoroughly support the need to protect. When Paddy spoke to  the council they said not to worry, we can still do what we like with our land – and that might be true, for now. But all it will take is one change in the district plan affecting all the significant natural areas and it’s no building and predator baits in the backyard, and if we complain we don’t have a leg to stand on because it will affect all significant natural assets.

Our family

This is where I know some of my green friends and I differ, and that’s okay. I’m a big fan of live and let live. When I discovered some of the people behind this move were involved with Predator Free Wellington a few alarm bells began to ring.

I love and will always have cats. Cats are family to me and one of the reasons we bought where we did was because it was a cat friendly area. It’s off a cul-de-sac, away from traffic with a decent enough sized backyard to keep a meow happy and not prowling.

I wake up every morning to the sound of birds not being murdered by my cat. She is well-fed and drugged (catnip) and gets lots of love and attention. In the year plus we have had her here her prey count has been zero birds and one live mouse I had to move to a safer location myself. She is a menace to anything stuffed with catnip and and utter thug when it comes to other cats. There are actually less moggies in our frungle since she arrived.

The great grey hunter

Before Tilly (aka Dingbat) arrived there was Ollie. In 16 years his bird count was two and one we are pretty sure flew in the window, got stunned and was passed off as his own catch. He was so proud when he did find something (live mice usually) that I find it hard to believe he led a savage, bird corpse-strewn double life. Once, when moving flats, we discovered a massive mouse hole behind the beanbag he slept on. Not only that, the mice had also been pulling rubble from inside the walls to build a little ramp for easier access. I had to respectfully ask him to hand in his cat card after that.

The goodest boy
The mouse highway we found behind Ollie’s beanbag

I find it hard to believe that I have had the only two dud cats in the world when it comes to hunting and I think if you make sure they are well-fed and entertained your backyard tuis will be safe. Ours certainly are.

It sounds a bit paranoid but there are areas around the country now where you can’t replace your cat when they die and I suspect those places probably started their lives as SNAs.

Treating everyone like an arsehole

Don’t get me wrong, I have zero issues with council land and reserves being declared SNAs. I just want to know that we can keep our own piece of dirt, the one that we pay a mortgage and rates on, safe for us and our family and protected for the future. I would like us to be trusted to look after our own backyard.

One area that has managed to work with its community and agree to voluntary protection of privately owned natural resources is the Hutt City Council. Their mayor apologised to the community for the distress the situation had caused and committed to working with them to protect their natural resources rather than doing it to them.

“With the involvement of mana whenua, land owners and other groups, we will be able to lift the profile of this issue and it will give us the opportunity to understand more about the importance of biodiversity to our community, as well as what we can do as a community to protect and enhance it.”

For this the council is now being sued by Forest and Bird.

According to Forest and Bird’s North Island regional manager “Voluntary arrangements on their own won’t be enough to protect and restore our native bush and wildlife. The good efforts of the majority can be undone by the reckless actions of a few.”

Their solution appears to be that, to get the best out of human nature, you need to treat everybody as though they are going to behave at their worst. Someone might be an arsehole so we will treat all of you like arseholes to make sure that doesn’t happen. That really does seem like flawed logic to me.

This is not what I want to be doing

This whole situation makes me really sad. I am not the sort of person who regularly complains to councils. I used to be a council reporter back in the day and spent just about as much time in council chambers as they did. I know how hard they work and I know you can’t please everyone..

I am a greenie. I never, ever thought I would be in a position where I would be opposing Forest and Bird. I am for policy about protecting the environment. Paddy and I often have spirited discussions about banning plastic bags. I’m all for it and he reckons noone has ever asked a dolphin whether they like the taste of plastic or not (don’t worry he’s winding me up – he uses reusable bags!). I am for protecting the planet for the next generation.

I’m a dirty leftie. I am all for public health and public education and putting my taxes towards benefiting all of us, particularly those worse off. I don’t believe in holing up in our private worlds, doing what we want and not caring about anyone else, but we need to do this together.

To the Wellington City Council,

If you come between me and my home and my family, I will fight you. And I don’t want to fight you, I want to work with you. Considering local body elections are coming up really soon, I would hope you feel the same.

The petition

As a group of concerned residents we are starting a petition on behalf of our community and those around the city who may not be aware of what may be happening to their land. We hope the council will take notice of this and work with us rather than against us. If you would like to support us, please visit the Welink below

Wellington City Council, trust us with our own backyards (change.org petition) 

A nautical moggy book themed week

Ollie – aka the handsomest cat in the world – (he made me write that) is a bit of a literary snob. He has told me I am not to review any books on this blog without running them past him first. Luckily two books arrived last week –  Bailey Boat Cat – adventures of a feline afloat and Olly and Black Build a Boat – that received the paw of approval.

While both books star nautical moggies, Ollie himself is not a boat cat. When Ollie and I met Paddy and Wildflower Ollie was already somewhat of an Older Gentleman in cat terms and, while he is happy in the boat while it’s in the marina, going out to sea isn’t really his thing.

If you start a cat young on a boat they  can adapt quite quickly – moggies have extremely sensitive inner-ears (which is why they have such great balance) and if exposed early can get to grips with the motion of a boat at sea. Though even the most seasoned purrate can get a bit sick from time to time so shade and hydration is really important.

Bailey certainly has his sea paws! (source: http://baileyboatcat.com/about-me/)
Bailey certainly has his sea paws! (source: http://baileyboatcat.com/about-me/)

Older cats though  (with the odd exception) who have always lived on land and don’t have natural sea-legs can get very ill very quickly. We could perhaps get Ollie used to the motion by taking him on trips around the harbour but at nearly 13 years old we figure it wouldn’t be safe or fair to take him offshore.

Like any good armchair sailor though Ollie enjoys sharing the adventures of others (provided they are cats). Paddy and I have shared plenty of our stories with him but as far as he is concerned there are not nearly enough moggies involved.

Story time - Paddy and Ollie check out Bailey Boat Cat
Story time – Paddy and Ollie check out Bailey Boat Cat

The arrival of both books came as a pleasant surprise, though Bailey Boat Cat a little less so – Ollie and I pre-ordered it a while ago but I had completely forgotten about it (Ollie says he hadn’t).

Bailey is a seal point Siamese who travels with his humans on a yacht (a Tayana 37) called Nocturne. Ollie and I have been following his adventures on his blog for quite some time and were very excited when the found out he had a book on the way.  He even has a pretty awesome book trailer:

Bailey didn’t disappoint – with the aid of one his humans, Louise Kennedy, he has produced a gorgeous hardback gift book entirely from his own point of view (which Ollie of course thoroughly approved of).

I was particularly impressed with his navigation tips – which would have made studying for Boatmasters so much easier for me. I’ve previously blogged about Ollie’s own interest in navigation,  which at the time I found rather irritating. Now I realise he was actually trying to point out the blindingly obvious to me and have apologised profusely for shoveling him off the charts instead of stopping to listen to him.

You don't need those Mum, my bowl's this way...
You don’t need those Mum, my bowl’s this way…

While I was struggling with latitudes, longitudes and two different Norths, Bailey had chart-work boiled down to five easy points;

  1. Look at the chart.
  2. Sail on the white bit.
  3. Anchor in the blue bit.
  4. Keep clear of the green bit.
  5. Buy treats in the brown and yellow areas

If only I had known it was that simple!

For me the book wasn’t just about the novelty of a cat on a boat though. For me it was also a reminder of the joy of being at sea. All the simple pleasures this salty sea-cat took in an environment so similar to Wildflower made me remember all the things I loved about our trip – not just the things that scared the pants off me. Sunshine, salty air, the wind on your face, star-gazing, visits from sea critters and making new friends. It helped me remember the magic.

Bailey also has some very sage advice for humans on work-life balance and what we could learn from cats that I think all of us should read.

So thanks Bailey. You’re adventures have got me inspired again and looking forward to more of my own.

Book number 2 – Olly and Black Build a Boat, came as a complete surprise. I was checking our PO Box, expecting nothing more than bills and voting papers when I picked up a surprise package.

One of my lovely Christchurch friends Jamie had sent me a Nick Cave mix tape (okay it’s a ‘mix CD’ but mix tape makes me feel like a teenager again!) because we’re heading to his concert in Wellington in December. He also added a couple of books he had picked up at the Riccarton Market – the Bowie Black Book (with some seriously drool-worthy photos) and an absolutely fabulous kids’ book staring a boat and a very handsome black cat.

My P O Box loot
My P O Box loot

It wasn’t exactly right because the human was called Olly and the cat Black – but it was so close to perfect we’ll let that one slide.

Ollie and Black Build a Boat is by Kiwi author Dick Oliver . Gorgeously illustrated it’s the classic man (and cat) alone, looking out to sea and dreaming of a boat of their own tale. Olly just happens to be a draughtsman however and in his lunch-breaks is actually able to design and, with the help of his furry friend, build one.

I noted that the cat in the book appeared to be particularly handy with boat polish (one of the chores usually delegated to me) but Ollie didn’t appear to be paying attention during that bit.

Ollie and Black Build a Boat also has great characters – I am particularly fond of Happy Jack “a happy man, with only two fingers on each hand and no teeth” who worked a portable sawmill deep in the forest.

Not only to Olly and Black build their boat but they get to use it to help their friends out when the town finds itself in trouble (but I won’t say any more because nobody likes spoilers!)

Ollie and I thoroughly recommend it for kids, cats and adults who refuse to grow up.

Looks interesting...
Looks interesting…
Passes the sniff test
Passes the sniff test
Okay, get reading!
Okay, get reading!
Story time again
Story time again
Well he is quite a handsome chap...
Well he is quite a handsome chap…
But not as handsome as me!
But not as handsome as me!

PS – for those waiting on an update on our own book (which Ollie says does not have enough cats in it but is okay because it includes him) I’m afraid I’ve only got a small one at this stage. It is being edited as we speak and I should have some pages to look at by the end of the month. Of course I know publishers are busy people and ours isn’t their only book so I’m not holding my breath too hard. I think I’m getting a little bit better at this waiting game – but it’s still tricky!