(Mis)adventures from a day in nature. A first-person account of a day spent volunteering.
By Anonymous DOC Blogger

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You know the marshmallow experiment? In the 1970s, folks at Stanford University offered a bunch of kids the choice between eating a marshmallow immediately or waiting and getting more marshmallows.
Researchers found that the kids who could prioritise long term outcomes over short term gain did better in life.
I hate this because I know Iâd be a scoff the marshmallow kid. The Stanford Docs would have barely finished saying hello, and five-year-old-me would have had marshmallow in my belly and powdered sugar on my face.

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Volunteering for conservation is similar to the marshmallow thing.
âHear me out.
According to our Volunteering Team, lots of people know that volunteering has long-term benefits to themselves, the community, and the environment, but the immediate barriers overshadow all of that. So basically, short-term thinking triumphs over long-term gain.
Common barriers to volunteering include not having time, not knowing where to start, not being able to get to a location, or not being sure if you have the fitness or skills.
Thatâs all perfectly understandable, and the point of this blog isnât to recriminate anyone for being overwhelmed or deterred by these barriers. Itâs to unpick some of them.
If one of your barriers for volunteering is fearâsame. I went through this a few weeks ago when my colleague announced we would be doing some team building outdoors, and we were going to get out into nature and do some volunteering to benefit conservation.
My colleagues were stoked about this.
Have you even witnessed joy unless youâve seen a bunch of office-bound nature nerds get told they can have outside time? No. My deskmate cheered and punched the air. For half a second, I thought sheâd been possessedâturns out she had, but by the thought of climbing hills, not malevolent spirits.
I was also excited (less so than deskmate), but unprepared and nervous too.
I wasnât familiar with the area or terrain, I didnât have the right gear (all of my colleagues have hiking boots or gumboots, I was the only one with neither), and I just generally have less outdoor competency than my fellow nature nerds. As Iâve said before, I love nature, but Iâm more of an engage-with-my-mind than an engage-with-my-fingers-and-toes type.

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The outing was to help Friends of Tawa Bush Reserves with some tree planting.
We were told the planting day wouldnât have a bathroom and we should wear gumboots or boots, and bring a spade and gloves if we had them. (I didnât have them). Our plans actually got rained off a few times, which was fortunate for me, as it gave me time to get some gumboots and borrow a spade from my neighbours.
Lesson: a spade is the kind of thing that people who have them are happy to loan out. It makes them feel productive by proxy, I think.

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Spades and shovels arenât the same thing, I repeat, ARENâT THE SAME THING, so check which is required if youâre unsure.
Hereâs how things went down:
8.00pm the night before: shoes were not my biggest problem
A few years ago, I wrote an article for DOC about my period. People liked it, which was great, but more importantly, said it helped them know what to do with a menstruation situation while in nature.
Itâs just not a story that I thought would have a sequelâbecoming known as the period writer was not on my vision board.
Yet the night before we were due to go planting for 5 hours without a nearby bathroom, I got my period.
It was time to take my own advice. And make a period pack.

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I got a small zip-close bag and put a few eco-friendly compostable bags in there. (Usually I wouldnât go for biodegradable, but I knew this would only be a few hours). Then I put that inside another bag for privacyâthis is the unicorn one I mentioned in the first period blog.
I had my drink bottle already packed, but I added spare supplies, tiny soap and a little bottle of handsan.
I stored this away from my food.

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I was slightly concerned about the actual moment where I might have to use this little period pack, but there was nothing for it, I would just have to hide in the trees and do my best.
Human Resources has never covered anything like this in their induction pack.
I get why. But still.
9.30am: One size fits all is a lie
My hastily purchased gumboots have created blister-city. Turns out there is a difference between L and XL, and having one size to rule them all is a scam. Luckily, because I am aware of the need to thoroughly prepare for any outdoor adventures, Iâd packed larger socks in my bag in case this happened.
10:00am: I am having a blast
Our host, Andrew from Friends of Tawa Bush Reserves showed us the plants we would be putting into the earth, and where to put them. I donât think that Andrew was expecting for someone to beat him to the punch every time he went to tell us what a plant was, but some of my colleagues have plant-brains.
Soon, they and Andrew were swapping plant stories.

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I had a spade, shoes, and no need of the emergency menstruation bag yet.
Best of all, I soon got the hang of spade stuff.
No one made fun of me, no one sent me off by myself, everyone was very caring and helpful. So a tip from me if youâre nervous is to just say that. Most conservation volunteers like Andrew do what they do because they love it, and they want you to as well. Theyâre going to be pretty welcoming, as long as they have notice youâre coming and can prepare. For that reason, itâs good to go through the proper channels to reach groups (if youâre unsure where to start, our website has you covered).
I listened carefully and tried my best.

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10.30am: Donât dig the holes too deep to prove yourself
Itâs unnecessary. Just dig what the plant needs.
10.45am: Dale dug a hole, dad
If New Zealanders are digging, theyâll quote The Castle.
Tell âem, Dale.
11.30am: Iâve had an epiphany
There were hundreds of plants to do. I thought we were never going to get through them all, and to be honest, I donât think Andrew thought we would either. He had realistic expectations.
But once we got the hang of it, we powered through.
It made me realise that as wonderful as being in nature isâlike going for a hike or a swimâitâs quite special to do something for nature. It makes you think about the power of small actions, and how quickly they add up into something great. Conservation is an all-in kind of job.
Even if you buy one-size-fits-all gumboots and borrow your neighbourâs spade.
12pm: Lunch time
Pro tip: if someone offers you something to sit on instead of the wet grass, donât decline to try and be polite. Youâll get a wet butt.
2pm: Looking back at our progress is really satisfying
Weâve put so many plants in the ground!

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Iâm really going to hurt tomorrow, but I know Iâll be proud.
3pm: Job done!
We did it! Including me, I also helped do it!

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All the things I was worried about turned out to be surmountableâI didnât even have to use my emergency period bag. Thatâs not to say every barrier will be that way, but it has encouraged me to think a more laterally about volunteering.
I thought Iâd have to hike in remote areas and pull dead things out of traps. Which, honestly, I just did not want to do. That’s great, but it’s not my thing. And thatâs okay! I can still take action for conservation! On the drive home, I made a list of ways to volunteer. My colleagues helped.
- Help a planting group (like today)
- Record citizen science data from home, like iNaturalist of Spyfish
- Pick up rubbish literally anywhere
- Join a beach clean-up (this is elite level rubbish collection)
- Create a lizard, wÄtÄ or native bees habitat (great for kids!)
- Do a bird count
I enjoyed the day heaps.
I hope Andrew knows weâre best friends now.
Final thoughts, in real time as I write this blog:
There are far more diverse range of volunteering opportunities available than I realised, including things that are easy, convenient, and nearby with low investment needed. There are also things that are family friendly, with options for those living with disabilities. You can volunteer on your termsâindependently or with a formal organisation, or with a rag tag bunch of pals.
If you do reach out to a volunteer group, be honest about your skill level, interests and nerves, and donât be put off if you’re not the right person for that particular job. There are plenty of different ways to contribute, and many different groups to do it withâfrom digging holes like me, to taking photos, to spreading the word about volunteer groups on social media, conservation needs it all.
There will be something out there for you.
Bottom line, with conservation, we canât do nothing and wait for more marshmallows. Inaction wonât pan out. There are too many native species and ecosystems that are in dire shape. No one person can fix it all, and sometimes contemplating it gets a bit overwhelming, but honestly it was wonderful for my mental health and sense of achievement to just get out into nature and do one little thing.
Or 200 little things.
Eat the marshmallow, give volunteering a go.

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