Friends of Wattle Creek

For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain, Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein. A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things - out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings. Life was almost non-existent in the creek and weed infestation makes it sad and bleak, but turning a blind eye has gone too long, and allowing this pollution was so wrong. So, ‘friends of wattle creek’ were duly formed and at meetings their ideas quickly warmed, with working bees to help remove the mess, and from there, reclamation could progress. Weeds became victims, of mattock and the hoe; there’s room for native vegetation to regrow. Five hundred seedlings were there every week, and planted by the ‘friends of wattle creek.’ Through the years, there were many setbacks, from mother nature and her natural attacks, with flood and storms or sometimes howling gales – and thankfully, it was just the weak that fails. With the foliage and the flowers an attraction for lorikeet and honeyeater squabbling action; weebills and pardalotes, were giving lots of cheek, to warm the hearts of ‘friends of wattle creek.’ Undergrowth is cover for the wary bandicoot, and the sugar glider dines on native fruit. In the shallows of the creek; water is now clean; once again, a spiny crayfish can be seen. In a few short years, the volunteers with vision, turned away an eyesore, with a right decision, now it’s paradise restored from something bleak, and all thanks goes to the ‘friends of wattle creek.’ The health of wattle creek is quite amazing, and ‘friends of wattle creek’ deserve the praising. Native fish are thriving; bird numbers are on track; it warms the heart to know – the platypus is back. For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain, Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein, but is now a thriving green belt, captivating all, and the ‘friends of wattle creek’ are standing tall.