Quotes About Nature

Cockroaches really put my "all creatures great and small" creed to the test.

Let your working ideas go for a picnic - sometimes the fresh air and ant bites are just what they need. Many great ideas were bitten a little at the beginning.

I'm not a doctor and I don't know the technical terminology, but I do know that sunshine activates our happiness glands.

The front door to springtime is a photographer's best friend.

Green leafy happiness and cherry-red life, bursting with seeds.

I have seen Tasmanian devils battle over a carcass. I have seen lionesses crowding a kill, dingoes on the trail of a feral piglet, and adult croc thrashing its prey to pieces. But never, in all the animal world, have I witnessed anything to match the casual cruelty of the human being.

Whales are like elephants of the sea. They have family structures, mannerisms, and habits that are similar to our own.

Devils can be quite comical little animals, intense and wild. The Looney Tunes cartoon character "Taz" is an exaggeration, of course, because devils only spin like Taz if they're kept too confined.

He had told me before, but that night in the truck it hit home: Steve lived for wildlife and he would die for wildlife. He came by his convictions sincerely, from the bottom of his heart. He was more than just my husband that night. He was my hero.

He was a meteor. Harriet was more of a mountain. In this world, we need both.

Forever afterward, Steve and I referred to the Cattle Creek rescue as our honeymoon trip. It also marked the beginning of Steve's filming career. He was gifted with the ability to hunt down wildlife. But he hunted animals to save them, not kill them. That's how the Crocodile Hunter was born.

The best times in my life were out in the bush with Steve.

What do you do if you get nailed by this poison?" The bushmen smiled broadly. "We die," they said.

Steve was right. Bringing people into close proximity to wildlife was all you had to do.

This wasn't just a film trip, it was also our honeymoon. Steve would sometimes escape the camera crew and take us up a tributary to be alone. We watched the fireflies come out. I'd never seen fireflies in Oregon. The magical little insects glowed everywhere, in the bushes and in the air. The darker it got, the brighter their blue lights burned on and off. I had arrived in a fairyland.

As we sat together on a mid-river boulder, the shadows crossed the water and the sun sank lower. We looked into each other's eyes and talked about all the things we loved. I realized then that there was no turning back: I had fallen in love with Steve.

I felt pleasantly tired, but Steve seemed more energized the longer we stayed in the bush. I would see it again and again over the years. This was where Steve belonged, and where he seemed most alive.

We were both covered in little flecks of wood, leaves, and bark. Steve's hair was unkempt, a couple of his shirt buttons were missing, and his shorts were torn. I thought he was the best-looking man I had ever seen in my life.

The family that catches crocs together, rocks together. The Irwin family motto.

Crikey," he said, "wasn't she gorgeous?" I myself had never really considered using the words "gorgeous" and "spider" in a sentence together. After getting to know the bird-eaters, I finally settled on my own description: "cool.

When I met Steve in 1991, he had just emerged from a solid decade in the bush, either with Bob or on his own, with just his dog Chilli, and later Sui. Those years had been like a test of fire. As a boy all Steve wanted to do was to be like his dad. At twenty-nine he'd become like Bob and then some.

Once again I marveled at Steve's instincts. He knew that this particular snake would be okay for me to pick up. He never hesitated, he never yelled at me or coached me--until I asked for help. Then he simply told me what to do.

He would hand Bindi and Robert his knowledge of nature and the bush, just as Bob and Lyn had handed it down to him. This is what few people understood about Steve--his relationship with his family, and the tradition of passion and commitment and understanding that passed from generation to generation.

The lessons I took away from that trip always stayed with me. Give Steve the benefit of the doubt. If he takes off running after an emu, get the camera ready, because he'll come back with one. If he says he'll find a specific spot in a desolate landscape that he last visited more than twenty years before, don't question him. Just ask him when he thinks we'll get there.