The Council has Spoken

There are just too many of us. Time to grow up, be civilised and live in apartments.
The city is like Sophie’s bedroom –  we’ve used up all the floor space in cunningly arranged jigsaws.
3D, now, is the only solution –
Wardrobes on the ceiling, houses in the sky.

The birds will teach us – The sparrow that has a home in an old heating vent up Valley Road spares me a moment to give me some pointers.
“After all”, she says, “our kind have been doing this for so long it doesn’t bear thinking about. If you’re considering high rise you could do worse than look at the phoenix palms”

So, on her instructions, off I trot to Horoeka Ave. Sure enough, the wide girthed tree is a veritable condominium for birds.
In the penthouse on the top, pigeons rrrooo coooo –
They wiggle their bottoms, waft gracefully in and out, swap gossip and groom themselves like ladies in a Spanish hairdressers.
Extended families of sparrows have occupied the cheaper units further down the trunk.
Grey stubs of fallen branches make perfect perches and cosy nesting holes.
Cousins squabble and dads fly in with useful twigs from Bunnings.

Rumour has it that kingfishers also find old phoenixes commodious, but I didn’t see any. Competition is fierce in the big smoke and maybe the sparrows won.

For myself, I think I’ll keep my feet on the ground – or escape like those kingfishers – unless I can really live in a tree…

An Online Adventure

A year or so ago, I got snowed in at Mt Ruapehu for a few days. Every road in the area was closed, and we were trapped. The only transport was my tramping boots, and the forest turned into another world. I started doing what I should have done years ago and began to write…  

Who am I?

You can call me bolt-spine, tin bone or bumpy
Crook-finger, south-paw, muddle-head or lumpy
Bits-missing, endless-teapot, coffee-addict oldie
Bed-lolling, mountain-dwelling, jut-chinned boldie
Sloppy-singer, tone-pinger, word-winger witch
Bin-chucker, spare-parts, rusty-hinge scritch

A walking wandering warbler who bruises too easily
Silly-season sensitive, party poops breezily

Black cat scratching
Escape plans hatching
Spare-parts patching
Front door latching

Wilderkinder, fire-kindler, fly-away cinder,
Annoying old Linda.