My Photos of Australian animals pt. 1

Being a zoologist who just loves animals having the opportunity to go to Australia was paradise. I was able to see a whole range of Australian animals before the politicians in cahoots with big business kills them all off.

I saw some spectacular wildlife. A big thank you to Pete and Trudy who made that possible. I’m forever in your debt!

Anthropocene Apocalypse – A World Crisis?

Anthropocene Apocalypse – A World Crisis?

Anthropocene Apocalypse – a world crisis?

As the world population soars towards a projected 10 Billion.

As the world’s mammals have been decimated to 44% of what they were 40 years ago!

As the world’s invertebrate population has crashed by nearly half in the last forty years!

As the elephant and lion now join the tiger, rhino and jaguar on the endangered list!

Are we approaching a day when the natural world will be nothing more than a footnote in the history books?

Will we be showing our children and grandchildren the remnants of our wild-life in zoos?

Will we be pollinating our flowers by hand?

Does anybody actually care?

You can read about my own observations and feelings about this in my book:

Please give it a read and pass it round to all your friends. It is time we did something about it. We can alter the zeitgeist!

Poetry – Helpless



Despite the arrogance and bluster of man,

When Gaia shakes her mantle

We are helpless.

When fame and wealth count for little

And power is brought down,

We are at the mercy

Of nature’s whim.


We’ve ripped her, torn her and burnt her,

We’ve plundered, slain and scorned her,

But when she stirs,

To shake loose the parasites

That cause the irritation,

We are helpless

And our power counts for nothing.


Beware! The planet lives

And we are but microbes on its skin.

Beware!! She prepares the antibiotic

That will bring our onslaught

To an end.

For she is not helpless!


Opher – 12.4.2020

Poetry – The Land Reawakens

The Land Reawakens


The land reawakens

As we go to earth.

As planes and cars park

It has a rebirth.


Trees full of song

Rustlings in the straw;

The stirrings of nature

Snatched from the jaws.


A temporary taste

Will come to an end;

A glimpse of a future

`              Waiting round the bend.


Opher – 6.4.2020

Covid-19 – Time to have an international ban on wildlife farming!!

There is much evidence that the Covid-19 disease emanates from a ‘wet’ market in Wuhan China. Here they slaughter wild animals in the market. Blood is spread. Viruses in these animals transfer to humans.

We need a worldwide ban on wildlife farming and illegal wildlife imports!!

Anthropocene Apocalypse – The World population explosion – a terrifying prospect for all living creatures.

Anthropocene Apocalypse – The World population explosion – a terrifying prospect for all living creatures.

Anthropocene Apocalypse – World population explosion video – You Tube link.


The effects of the population explosion are catastrophic for the wild-life on this planet. We are even affecting the climate.

The population is currently in excess of 7 Billion. It is due to double in fifty years. The impact of that is almost unimaginable. Life as we know it will be transformed. The wilderness will be devastated. Natural resources will be depleted. The climate will change forever.

We are sleepwalking towards our own extinction!

Check out the video. I find it terrifying!

Poetry – An Invisible Machine – A poem for Roy Harper and the planet!

Poetry – An Invisible Machine – A poem for Roy Harper and the planet!

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An Invisible Machine

I wrote this poem on the way back from a Roy Harper gig in Scotland. We discussed the environmental damage being wreaked upon the world by the selfish, greedy minority who control the capitalist machine that is destroying the planet.

Five billion people live in poverty and despair while a few hundred thousand squander everything in a senseless orgy of extravagance.

The forests, lakes and seas are being consumed. The chimps, elephants and rhinos machine-gunned.

I suggested Roy wrote an epic song on this subject. He told me that he was writing one about what goes on in people’s minds. That is where the madness is conceived!

As we are distracted with booze, sex and TV, religion, psuedodemocracy and talent shows, tribute bands, muzac  and nostalgia, fashion, glamour and celebrity, the real world is being ripped apart before our very eyes!!!

I refuse to be stupid!

An Invisible Machine

There is an invisible machine

Relentlessly churning around the world.

Into its maw goes forests, lakes

And whole oceans.

Out of its rear

It excretes plastic trinkets

And control.

Its gears drip with blood and sap.

Sitting astride this behemoth,

This slow-motion holocaust,

The gleeful sneering drivers spray champagne down upon us.

In its wake the controlled

Buy trinkets and are distracted

By the addictive effluent

As they desperately strive to climb on board.

Their dream

Is that they too might live to spray champagne.

When its job is done

And all the wonders have been transformed to junk

It will consume itself.


Opher 18.9.2016

Poetry – Back Home for Tea – a poem for the destroyers of nature!

Poetry – Back Home for Tea – a poem for the destroyers of nature!

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Back Home for tea

The world is now so small we can whizz round in our Leah Jets in no time at all. The logging companies have opened up the jungle to chop down the tallest trees and the hunters pour in through the new roads.

They machine gun rhino and elephant from trucks and light planes.

They take the tusks to carve and the horn to grind down as a cure for impotence (just what we need).

They chop the forest, murder our cousins – chimps, gorillas and orangutans, for bush-meat and still harpoon whales.

The great American hunters buy trophies. With a bunch of natives in tow they track lion, elephant and rhino and shoot with high-calibre rifle from a safe distance. They pay big money to kill off the last of the great beasts.

The palaeontologists say that the first sign of humans appearing on the scene is the total disappearance of all megafauna. We are the most cruel, brutal killers. We have the whole planet in our sights.


Back home for tea


Machinegun an elephant and rhino, or two,

On the African plain.

Then into the jungle

To pot a gorilla, chimp and whatever might remain.

Flit to Vietnam

To saw down a mighty tree,

Harpoon a Blue Whale

In the Sargasso Sea –

And back home for tea.


Opher 13.9.2016

Poetry – The Sun was Shining

The Sun was Shining


I woke up this morning.

The sun was shining.

It made the trees dance in their dappled green dresses.

A mellow breeze

Carried the scent of flowers

Across the unending forest.

I watched the birds

Flying between the branches,

Building nests and impressing each other with their song.

Beneath the canopy

Creatures nibbled

On the verdant undergrowth.

The whole of nature

Put on a show

Of interconnecting magic.


But, as the bulldozers started up

And the chainsaws began to scream

I realised it was merely a wishful dream.


Opher – 6.3.2020

Poetry – When life teemed – a poem of anguish

Poetry – When life teemed – a poem of anguish


When life teemed

Long ago, when there was a fraction of our present numbers, man sailed the ocean in big wooden sailing boats. The world was infinite, the seas raged and there was danger everywhere. The brave men saw death at every corner.

When they spied land they replenished their stocks of fresh water and meat. For simplicity they raided the breeding grounds and took on board tons of carcasses. They captured the huge leatherback turtles and turned them upside down on deck so they had fresh meat, oblivious to the hot sun and suffering. They clubbed the baby seals and birds and left the colonies wrecked. For the supply was endless. It mattered little.

They used live animals as ballast in barrels because it was easier than collecting rocks or digging sand. The animals died in agony and rotted in the holds to be discarded into the sea when port was reached.

Life was cheap. People were heartless. The bounty was never-ending.

Except the planet is not infinite, the stocks are not endless and within a short while the teeming wildlife has been reduced to a fraction of what once was. There is probably less than 1% of what there was a hundred years ago. Billions have died.

This is the first verse of a longer poem I have written about this cruelty and mindlessness. We are busy sowing the seeds of our own demise.


When life teemed


Long timber frames and sail

Bravely crossing oceans

Into the throat of gale and swell

To bludgeon, slash and cruelly stash

The feather, claw and shell.


Opher 29.10.2016