I can always rely on fellow bloggers to inspire a post by triggering a memory, Brian to thank this time.
Along with doing this horrible act against the animal world, my ABI brother and myself also committed another crime against nature. We diverted the course of a creek.
I think our tools were only sticks, so hopefully it wasn't permanent change. Beavers have been known to divert waterways, but we don't have beavers here. We were just copying them. Perhaps we killed some fish and platypusses/platypi/platy/pii/platypus/platypoid, ok, I don't know.
I suppose you would call it weaving. We wove a wall of sticks and branches and patched it with mud. Hey, we were water engineers. We built a dam.
The path of the creek was altered and followed a non natural(delete non natural, of course a gold mining water course is non natural) gold mining water course. Hmmm, I guess we weren't the first ones to alter this creek flow.
In both cases, nature would have at some point sent a good flow of water down and our creek diversion would have succumbed to nature. And platypoid would once again do what they do.
May as well get it all my deliberate enviromental damage off my chest now. I was bored watching Father driving the tractor, so I chopped down quite a tall native local fern tree. How pretty was the cut trunk, marvellous patterns and rings. Even my very non conservationist type father thought what I did was bad form. Plenty of trees Dad, they grow again you know.
To my credit though, I did do plenty of blackberry, tussock and thistle destruction, all invasive foreign plants.