So you know I have these three palm trees in the garden – one that is now officially dead, one doing ok-ish and one which had lots of dates on, enjoyed by our multitude of bird-residents. I think they – the palm trees – have never really been looked after and I thought the time has come for them to be pruned. I bought a saw and luckily we have a ladder. This ladder normally looks like a very big accordion –rather complicated. The kind of ladder which one woman cannot operate by herself , she may very possibly loose some fingers in the process - there are these clips and levers and things that make it un-collapse, so she asked her kind husband to pretty please drag the ladder outside and make it look like a ladder and he said he’ll do it. Now if a man says he’ll do something, he’ll do it – there’s no need to remind him every six months about it.
Great joy when the ladder was dragged outside and made to look like a ladder last weekend. I did a little happy dance, went inside and got the saw. One two six and I was up in the palm tree merrily sawing away at the dusty –surprisingly spikey - branches for several minutes before I realized that the saw makes absolutely no impression on the branch. Upon closer inspection I realized the saw came fitted with some kind of plastic protective sheath-thingy, covering the blade (which I never saw.) That went flying off quickly before anyone (Tinus) could see and by the time he appeared outside again I had a neat (ok, more like scattered all over the lawn) pile of palm leaves – if you think one has to call them fronds – I refuse to use that gentle word to describe these leaves – these have several extremely sharp spikes just where you have to grip to stop yourself from falling out of the tree.
|If you look real careful you may |
see the mom and little one
Even though it is turning nicer out these days it was hard work – Tinus soon pitched in (or up) as I took a break and we slowly progressed. One done and we were about two thirds finished with the second when all of a sudden (Tinus was up on the ladder) a pigeon fluttered out from between the palm leaves and from the ground I could see a little wing frantically flapping as the little pigeon in the nest tried to stop itself from falling out. We almost broke a nest with a little one still in it! Tinus made sure the nest was secure and steady and we decided to leave the pruning to be finished on another day.
|Little Lives by Tshepang Makofane|
I was so worried that the mom had such a fright that she’d abandon the little one, but the next morning I saw the two of them in the tree. With most of the leaves cut away I had a clear view of the nest and saw the little one came out of the nest to practice his/her little wings with the mom on a nearby branch looking on. Now, every morning when I have my morning coffee in the garden I see the two of them and it makes me happy. When I told her about this, Maria remarked that the mom must be very happy that we didn't destroy her house and for some or other reason I thought of this painting which one of my children from Boys High (Tshepang Makofane) did, called “Little lives.”
He explained to me – I hope I can bring the idea across correctly – that these two kids’ lives are seemingly insignificant compared to the famous faces on the wall, if they should die (the little one in a hospital gown – possibly aids) the world will not know. I guess it may be because I now know about the life of this little bird.
And after having read this - so do you :)