This legend died 10 years ago today.. pls pay your respects here. I started loving animals because of this guy. He was so funny, adventurous, loving etc... genuinely enjoed what he did. Always made me laugh n smile..
About a year prior to Irwin's fate, I was in the Cayman Islands with a snorkeling tour group who had us swim with a huge school of stingrays in very shallow waters where you could touch the bottom by standing. I was nervous I'd step on them or swim too close above them. The tour guide said I had nothing to worry about as they are very docile. Next thing I know, Irwin takes a stingray spear right into the heart.
I remember what I was doing when I heard the news. One of my favourite videos of his antics... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXh0rLQPK5g And what an amazing song for his farewell. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rdyVP95XiE
Always freaked me out how unmoved his daughter was when he died. Like, oh well daddy is dead, here are some koalas
i had forgotten his name, but i grew up in the woods, where deer and skunks and porcupines and even rattle snakes, were extremely common sights. bear usually didn't come down to our elevation and mountain lions were really good at staying out of sight, and wolves had supposedly been bounty hunted into extinction half a century before. turkey buzzards were still a common sight, that's what we called them, i guess they were what's now called the california condor, though i've never been absolutely sure about that. foxes were around, though i don't remember actually seeing any. pine martins though, those i did see. even knew someone who had kind of semi-tamed one. one of the couple of old guys down by the river before the price of gold was floated and the kids with their dredges drove them off. we had horned lizzards, everyone called them horneytoads. i guess it was an easier name to remember. and the kind of lizzard that would run away and leave its tail behind and regrow a new one. and there was one kind of slamander called skinks. there were garden snakes too, and the usual assortment of bugs for them to eat. mixed forest, mostly yellow pine and dug fur. underbrush was mostly manzanita and a wonderfully pungent kind of prostrate cedar call kitkitdizz, that was actually a tree, though it grew like a shrub (not sure what was supposed to make it not a shrub). rocks were mostly granite, with viens of quartz and green shist. soil was mostly clay from the decomposition of the feldspar component of the granite. there was also asbesdos and other minerals, and there was gold in the quartz. all the little holes in the ground that had been mines were dorment at the time. gold was still $32 an oz. you could get to the city 8 times a day and back on the greyhound and 3 times on the train. all that was before raygun. most of the critters are still there of course, along with way more people and a lot less public transportation in proportion to them. the bus stops out by the freeway, when it stops at all and the train, there's only one of them now, only stops if a reservation is made in advance on line.
Oh, gawd, what is she trying to do there?, strike a pose in the zoo keepers uniform? Think I'll stick to remembering her circa 2006, like this photo, adorable Grown up, she'll probably end up marrying some footy twit or reality tv has-been and go all bogan
I don't remember anybody in Australia being as compassionate when it happened. Now what was worse and I can definitely remember, but Peter Brock, and none y'all gonna hear of him, but he died less than a week later and that's the one that hit Australians the hardest because it was Brockie. To my American friends it would be the exact equivalent of losing Dale Earnhardt Sr. Or Michael Schumacher to my European friends. Brock died in a car crash while involved in a rally.