Re: My ordeal during the making of the Ecology of Orchids and Their Pollinators
My name is Basil. I am writing this open letter to place on record the ordeal I have been subjected to during the production of this orchid book by his nibs, my so-called master. The ordeal has lasted for 35 doggie years, during which I have transitioned from being a young very fit ten-year-old kelpie-cross to a now geriatric senior citizen, who struggles physically but still has to manage his nibs and keep him out of trouble.
Rather than just leaving you to judge the worth of the published book from its fancy design, and colourful photographs and his nibs’ exaggerated claims, I thought you should be made aware of the chaos behind the production of the book, which was largely due to his nibs’ incompetence. He would have you believe that he created the book. In fact, he just wrote the text and paid the bills. More important were my roles as Supervisor of his nibs’ forest activities and Director of Photography, which required the taking of over 50,000 photographs and selecting the photos that best illustrated the dynamic life of pollinators in the orchid habitats investigated.
During the 900-day, 2000-hour investigation, at least three hours were spent each day sitting beside orchids waiting to photograph the insects and spiders that visited the orchids. Apparently, the main subjects of interest were the orchid pollinators, which included irritating ants, bees, wasps, hoverflies and fungus gnats. I could understand why his nibs found the colourful, super intelligent and fast-flying bees and the charismatic wasps to be exciting.
Also, the pollinators that landed on the orchids were rarely seen picking up or depositing the pollen (pollinia). This was particularly so for bees. The average time it took to see bees with orchid pollen was about 50 hours per bee!
Imagine how frustrating these long fruitless waits were for an excitable kelpie who expects nonstop action. BUT his nibs expected me to remain still for hours in very uncomfortable positions, waiting for the wretched bees to land on the orchids. Sometimes, I took matters into my own hands and sat on the orchids, which invariably caused angry outbursts from his nibs.
And then there was the pain of being savaged by mosquitoes, march flies and ants while we waited beside the orchids. It was all very well for his nibs … He covered himself with protective clothing, but he left me exposed to these voracious carnivores who, after savaging my nose, taunted me by landing on nearby plants filled with my blood!
And then there were snakes, which I had to constantly watch out for, and stop them from attacking his nibs ... I even had to chase away some snakes that had emerged from the bushes close to where we were sitting beside orchids. Fortunately, one snake, which I had to stop his nibs from treading on, was too busy eating a captured banjo frog to worry about biting his nibs.
What all this complaining indicated was that his nibs could not see the forest for the trees. In particular, he failed to notice or appreciate the benefits of the mining operations, which included meeting the nice Save the Woodlands protesters, who frequently visited the Reserve, apparently searching for powerful owls and southern brown bandicoots. To my delight, many of these visitors enjoyed playing with me and giving me treats.
The benefits of mining in the reserve also included the creation of lovely ponds for me to swim in while his nibs wasted time chasing pollinators.