I am the wings of a butterfly, I am the storm clouds high above, I am the glitter of the blue sky, I am the ballad of a dove
I am the silver of a moon-beam, I am the roar of the sea, I am the laughter of a child's dream, I am the falcon wild and free
I am all colours of the rainbow, I am the sun at daybreak, I am Autumn's art show, I am the sparkle upon a lake
I am the whisper of a warm breeze I am the flower newly grown, I am the chatter of the swarm bees, I am the seed freshly sown
I am the silence of an empty plain,
I am the snow on the mountain peak, I am the roam of a country lane, I am the burning tear cross your cheek
... there you will find me...
I am the beat that fills your heart.
I know most of you expats contemplating a move to South Africa are
worried about crime. But you know what you should REALLY be worried
about? The Hadeda!
Yes, that’s right, a bird. And not just any bird. The Hadeda (curiously
a member of the Ibis family) will be the reason you will wake up at
five a.m. on your first South African morning, convinced that someone’s
killing your neighbor. Or maybe more like your neighbor’s pig. Holy S#!t! It is a screech to wake up the dead.
A Hadeda’s plumage has a beautiful iridescent sheen
And you will think: Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me! I cannot live in this country. Or, rather, I cannot SLEEP in this country! For weeks you’ll be scheming about ways to shut these guys up, but
trust me, it’s not possible. We have a cat that catches everything that
flies, but she doesn’t touch Hadedas. I suppose she is not as dumb as we
thought when she jumped into the fireplace and got her whiskers singed.
Because even a little Hadeda probably weighs more than her, and because
that beak is really long and pointy.
You wonder why they have to be so loud. None of the other
Ibis-related birds are so loud. In fact, none of the other Ibis-related
birds make any sound at all. Leave it to our family to pick the one
place to live that has the only non-mute ibises in the whole world.
Some say they are afraid of heights and screech out of fear. A bird,
afraid of heights? That’s got to be a first. But it’s true, they only
screech when they’re flying, often in groups all screeching together,
and mostly in the mornings and evenings. In between, they are the most
peaceful creatures, stalking around your lawn looking pretty and making
themselves useful.
What, useful, you will ask? And it’s true. What they love most for dinner and are very adept at extracting from your lawn are Parktown Prawns. Yes, those
things. Or their larvae. Or pupae. Frankly, I don’t care. Whichever
form they digest them in, every Parktown Prawn less on my property is a
good thing.
It has been 6 weeks since we sold our smallholding and Gauteng in moved down to the North Coast of KwaZulu Natal (South Africa) (ONLY 6 weeks??!! feels like a life-time!) and it has taken me all this while to find my feet, gather my thoughts and feel as if I once again belong somewhere. The biggest thing about moving from a place where you have lived for 43 years is seemingly losing your 'identity' - an identity tied to the bird life you studied for so many years, an identity tied to the grass, trees and the very soil you were walking on, an identity tied to "your" plants and birds and insects and little animals nurtured in your garden for so long.
I open my eyes in the mornings and in stead of hearing the Cape Robin-chat singing on my patio, I hear the exotic sound of the Burchell's Coucal outside my window, the sound of the surf pounding on the beach in stead of traffic whizzing past my front gate, and when I rise and go for an early morning walk, I see tropical (and unknown!) vegetation in stead of veld grass and Bluegum trees. A big a change as you can ever imagine!
Yes, it has taken me 6 weeks to get into the swing of things in this new life we have chosen and although I was, and still am, mourning the loss of my pets (my chooks will forever be ingrained in my heart), I now look forward to discovering all that is new in this exotic coastal location; insects I have never seen in my life, the names of the trees and plants which thrive in these hot and humid conditions and finding out which succulents like to grow here!
As I went on a mission to rid my wildlife pond area of the
beautifully green and thirsty Kikuyu lawn over the past few months, I seemed to be fighting a
losing battle. As fast as I was removing it, leaving only the indigenous
grasses, the lawn seemed to organise its own offensive to get rid of
me. The left-overs flourished in all the rain we’ve been having, all the
while displaying taunting evidence of a new generation destined to pick
up the fight next year!
But this time it appeared my mid-summer decision to let nature take
its course has finally been rewarded. The native grasses have loved all
the water and attention spent on it and is now offering plenty of food
and shelter in this area for birds, insects and small wildlife.
Yellow Thatching Grass usually grows in sandy soil
in bushveld with a rainfall in excess of 600 mm per annum. It is also
found in open grassland and sometimes in other soil types. Often
abundant along roadsides it is found throughout tropical Africa and I am lucky that some of it took hold in my garden.
During summer, mowing this Kikuyu is a 3x a week job and this piece of lawn is defying all efforts to get rid of it!
At last, mid-summer last year, and the indigenous grasses won the battle against the Kikuyu (right at the back of this pic), offering food and shelter for lots of wildlife. A few Hens & Chicks (Chlorophytum comosum) that I planted around this Acacia tree absolutely thrived as the wildlife pond is fenced and no chickens can get in here to do their dirty deeds!
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I know I've been awfully quiet over the past few weeks, but there's a very good reason for that. As you may (or may not!) know, our smallholding has been up for sale for the past year and twice we've had a buyer, and twice the sale has fallen through. We now have an offer in place and it seems that THIS IS IT! I'll be moving to the coast in a few weeks!
Although I'm looking forward to the change, there's a lot of sadness ... saying goodbye to a garden that has been part of my life for the past thirteen years is not easy, and even more devastating is saying goodbye to my girls. I've had to find a new home for my chooks as it is impossible for me to take them with me. I'll also be missing "MY" garden birds, we have become very, very close over the past years, especially Robbie (the Cape Robin-chat who visits me inside my house), and I hope the new owners will be tolerant of his antics inside and outside the house.
Lots has happened since our last summer rains, like a tornado and a mega-storm with hail as big as tennis balls hitting the area. My garden is pretty much annihilated, but nature is wonderful - already the trees and plants are bouncing back and will probably look much better for the wear!
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This picture was taken the next morning, the day after the storm, and none of the hail in the garden had melted yet.
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So please don't go away, as soon as I have more news, I'll be back. See you later!
