Monday, August 4, 2008


Out of my tree

Flattie and Lady Flattie came down for lunch today, with knitting and chainsaw in tow. The chainsaw was put to excellent use, wielded in the fight against oppression - in this case the few remaining privet around the perimeter of the section got cut off at the ankles. So did the rotted trunk on one side of the plum tree. The burnables went in the back of Sherman, a couple of interesting pieces I put aside for garden decoration (it's a pretty, pink wood, plum) and the rest I gave to the bird down the other end of the driveway. The feathered kind, a cockatoo named... wait for it... Cocky. Cocky has a wife named Ruby (but she isn't ruby coloured because that would be plain wrong) with whom he chats at a hundred miles an hour. From the look on her face I don't think she understands any more than we do when he starts running off at the beak. But he certainly took a liking to the pile of plum wood outside his aviary, all crumbly as it is in the middle with slaters and ants all through it and became so animated that his Mum gave him some to play with before bed just to shut him up.

It's a hard life, being a spoilt brat bird.

The truncated privet has largely been binned over the bank (and I nearly sent myself over a couple of times in the process) and all that's left to shift is a thick clump of creepers and vines that have had years undisturbed in the far reaches to grow thick and lush and into something satisfying to sink the loppers into.

I don't think I'm the only one has found wanton destruction cathartic in the Battle of Bulbar Palsy; I think Flattie did too.

2 comments:

Flattie said...

Wanton destruction is what the skinhead got booked with when he trashed the Chinese Restaurant, but yes, you're right. Its just a shame that despite all our best efforts & intentions we are eventually doomed to lose this particular battle, although when we do it will be with flag unstruck & the knowledge that we have fought as well as we could XXXXX

I has a bucket! said...

And style, you forgot our incredible style. It's having purple loppers that does it. :0)


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