A little Tweet…

“For two days they were grafting,
Working hard on Graham Way;
Pruning shrubs and clearing brambles,
From morning’s start ’til end of day.
The result is quite amazing;
Now that jungle — overgrown—,
Has been sheared off to ground level…
But it’s left some without a home.
I watched and tried to Twitter,
But I found no one could hear;
With no signal by the culvert ,
My protests fell upon deaf ears.
I tried to strike up conversation,
To express my whim and wish,
But my acquaintance couldn’t follow,
He only knew Pigeon English.
The people overlooking,
Seem to think it’s a success,
That they’re Robin’ all the hedgerows;
It’s hard to Swallow — it’s a mess!
We may have to tell the Council,
In their meeting hall one night;
Mrs. Finch and Mr. Starling,
Could take some Bunting; share our plight.
They’ll know that we mean business,
When we all start to Crow,
And the Tits within our group,
Will say: ‘We want you all to know—
While you’re discussing all your Chiff-Chaff,
Our agenda slot’s quite Swift,
Please don’t treat us all like Pheasants,
Our morale just needs a lift.
We’ve come here with decorum,
We’re not wont to shout and ‘Owl,
And we’d like to just be treated,
As you treat the water fowl.
We’ve lost our habitation,
And our berry bush so when —–
Will you ever hear our voices—?’
Signed—Your servant,
Jenny Wren.”


It was a conversation in the online Scrabble game with my friends in Australia yesterday which prompted me to reproduce this little poem which I wrote for our village Forum a couple of years ago..

Wendy told me “Our neighbours are having arborists arriving in the morning to lop some branches from large trees on their property and the men will need to come into our yard to cut overhanging branches of their Pecan tree…

“For many years we enjoyed collecting hundreds of Pecans but, unfortunately, no more…

“The sulphur-crested Cockatoos discovered the bounty a few years back and every year, at the exact time the nuts have matured, they arrive in their numbers and have a ball…..

“Another beautiful bird we have visiting our yard from time to time is the Rainbow Lorikeet…take a look at the ‘Feeding Frenzy’ of these birds on You Tube!… They love feeding on the nectar from our bottlebrushes when in flower and also the banksias…”

This morning’s chain of chat from Sarah and Wendy had this heartwarming snippet amongst their messages:

“The birds know what kind of face to put on when they look at us and exactly what kind of pathetic birdy noises to make. It usually melts my heart and they watch through the  kitchen window as I open the fridge…

“One of our Butcher Birds, the youngest one whose feathers are still brown but will turn black when he is older, is very playful and will often drop a seed pod from a liquid amber tree onto the patio. Maybe it is his way of saying thank you for his meals—and please keep them coming—;)”

Is it any wonder that, with just that little example of the messages I receive daily from Australia, a country which has revealed so much of itself to me because of a simple word game, I yearn for the unreachable goal of being able to beam myself into that garden and explore a piece of the-other-side-of-the-globe for myself—?

Thank you, Sarah and Wendy, for all your lovely messages —  I know I’ll never get across that Equator—so, content as I am with enjoying the company of family and friends here, I’ll try to send tastes of life in England to you in the way that you do for me… 🙂 xx


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