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An Indivisible,
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In 1830, Scotsman John G. Robertson left his homeland for Australia with
‘a light purse’ – one half crown and sixpence in his pocket. He landed in
Van Diemen’s Land (later named Tasmania) in 1831. After working as an
overseer for nine years for local farmers, he had saved £3000, and this
enabled him to seek cheap land and stock across Bass Strait in the new
colony of Portland in 1840. ‘I had no difficulty in finding a run,’ he said
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later, and he took up land near the present town of Casterton. He then
placed 1000 ewes on the initial 11,000-acre farm he named Wando Vale.
Within weeks, all the land around Robertson had been gobbled up by other
squatters, each one looking for permanent water and scared to go further
out ‘from fear of the natives’.2
In a buried theme that still runs deep across the subconscious of this
nation and its occupied landscapes, though Robertson professed sympathy
for ‘the natives’, he nevertheless ‘took up’ the ‘vacant’ land they were still
living on and which they had managed for millennia. This occupation was
courtesy of the dirty work of others. Robertson noted:
the first day I went over the Wando Vale Station to look at
the ground I found old Maggie (that Sir Thomas Mitchell
gave the tomahawk to) fishing for muscles [sic] with her toes,
in a waterhole up to her middle, near where the Major
crossed the stream … nearly all her male relatives were killed
three days before I arrived on the Wando by Whyte Brothers
[because the natives had stolen some sheep] … the Whyte
Brothers’ party, seven in number, surrounded and shot them
all but one. Fifty-one men were killed, and the bones of the
men and sheep lay mingled together bleaching in the sun at
the Fighting Hills.3
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strong tussocky grasses die before it, with all others. The
clay is left perfectly bare in summer. The strong clay cracks;
the winter rain washes out the clay; now mostly every little
gully has a deep rut; when rain falls it runs off the hard
ground, rushes down these ruts, runs into the larger creeks,
and is carrying earth, trees, and all before it. Over Wannon
country is now as difficult a ride as if it were fenced. Ruts,
seven, eight, and ten feet deep, and as wide, are found for
miles, where two years ago it was covered with tussocky grass
like a land marsh. I find from the rapid strides the silk-grass
has made over my run, I will not be able to keep the number
of sheep the run did three years ago, and as a cattle station it
will be still worse; it requires no great prophetic knowledge
to see that this part of the country will not carry stock that is
in at present – I mean the open downs, and every year it will
get worse, as it did in V.D.L.; and after all the experiments I
worked with English grasses, I have never found any of them
that will replace our native sward. The day the soil is turned
up, that day the pasture is gone for ever as far as I know.7
Here was a well-educated farmer who reckoned himself one of the best
managers in the district applying long-tested British pastoral practices. Yet
his entire landscape collapsed in extraordinarily rapid time under his very
feet and those of the horse he rode. Clearly, even the apparently well-
watered, higher-rainfall, British climate-like country that the explorer
Thomas Mitchell had labelled ‘Australia Felix’ (‘happy Australia’) in 1836
behaved in a totally unanticipated manner. So, what was going on?
This new land of Australia needed to be handled very differently from
the wet and green country of the Europeans who were trying to settle it.
The destruction of the landscapes around Wando Vale occurred in record
time: less than fourteen years, and this before the rabbit explosion that
originated not far away from Robertson’s farm a decade later. Strikingly,
from an agricultural perspective, even the ‘best’ of these new Australian
landscapes were incredibly fragile if managed the wrong way. Degrade the
deep-rooted perennial grasses and their coevolved plant, animal, insect
and microbial life and be prepared to face the consequences. For, as
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Robertson’s soil quality deteriorated, running water carried off the spoils,
and underlying salt reared its ugly head.
Robertson had quickly seen the impact of mismanaged grass–soil–
water interactions, so he decided to bail out. In 1854, just fourteen years
after he developed his ‘pretty little station’, he bolted for home with his
monetary profits courtesy of eroded natural capital.
Since first settlement, Australian farmers have repeatedly found out the
hard way that grazing mismanagement can quickly trigger land degradation
and desertification. This begins with gross interference with the prime
healthy landscape function: that of the solar-energy cycle. Inappropriate
grazing depletes a diverse grassland through first ‘eating out’ the most succu-
lent, broadest-leaved, deeper-rooted perennials, native legumes, small shrubs
and other key species. The less grassland there is, the less solar energy is
captured, converted to carbon and deposited in the soil via photosynthesis.
Further landscape degradation then occurs via the action of another
vital element: water. With no plant life to protect and penetrate the soil, it
becomes more compacted, shallower and less able to retain water. Instead,
rainwater runs off the land instead of being retained, meaning that pre-
cious topsoil is easily washed away. As we shall see, once the solar and water
cycles are disturbed, so is the third key function, that of the soil-mineral
cycle, and then also the fourth: dynamic ecosystems. And all because of the
impact of the fifth landscape function: humans.
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When I look back from my present perspective, I realise with a jolt that,
over forty years ago, I viewed my landscape as if ‘through a glass darkly’. To
me at that time, it was still an inanimate resource to be used for grazing
sheep and cattle, assisted by the occasional chemical and/or mechanical
intervention with fertiliser, disc-plough and seed drill. Our land then
seemed to hold no patterns nor subtleties beyond the obvious. Concepts
such as ecological succession (let alone self-organising systems), positive,
human-induced ecological change and the fundamental landscape func-
tions were anathema, and I gave little thought to how animals were grazed
beyond some rudimentary rotation on some of our lucerne (alfalfa)
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