Francolins, my dear, don’t give a damn!

Last year we had an almost endless supply of gooseberries – notwithstanding the birds.  This year, things have been a little different.  For two or so months (June and July), there were major disruptions in the village and, particularly, past our house.  Work on installing the bulk water supply for the low-cost housing development has been underway.

On one level, and for perhaps a day, it was interesting.

MonsterDiggerJune2015

When the work began, winter had not struck, and it was warm enough, in the late afternoon, to wander up the hill to see the action and to marvel at the monsters at work.

Dusk is such a lovely time of day, and that day was particularly calm.  The light over the leiwater* dam, and over the village, was almost ethereal.

ViewDamVillageJune2015

But when we had noise and dust – almost perpetually – for twelve to fourteen hours a day, sometimes six days a week – it did get a bit much.  This machine lurked in the road and around our house for about ten days.  This from the veranda outside my office and, effectively, the view from my desk.

This beast was really quite quiet;  it was the dumpers, tractors and digger-loaders moving backwards (with the perpetual peep, peep, peep) and forwards, and up and down, that really made the noise, accompanied by plumes of dust that found its way into every nook and cranny in the house. Telephone conferences and Skype calls, all part of my day’s work, were quite a challenge.

We were not the only creatures inconvenienced by all of this.  Across the road from us is an open piece of land which you can see behind the trench-digging monster.  Although it is municipal property, it is largely unbothered and home to wildlife.  For whatever reason, it was decided that the earth removed from the trenches for the water pipes was to be dumped and spread there. So now, it looks like this.

ViewtoLongJune2015

Little creatures (and larger, I am sure) have been displaced – their shelter and food – gone.  Consequently, three Cape francolins, have become regular visitors to our garden.

Lovely.

But we have been forced to share our gooseberries with them.

They sneak over the road, and over the fence, trot nonchalantly past the beans, for all the world as though we can’t see them, and then dive into the gooseberry bush, with one keeping watch.

FrancolinsGooseberriesJuly2015

And before they leave, they occasionally deign to join us for a breakfast coffee or a sundowner before flying back whence they came.

However, they don’t share and we’ve been a bit short on gooseberries because, my dear, francolins don’t give a damn!

* leiwater – lead water – into the irrigation channels that run through the village

Postscript:

Updated as an entry into The Earth Laughs in Flowers Garden photography challenge for March: Wildlife in the Garden

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6 thoughts on “Francolins, my dear, don’t give a damn!

  1. Ahh Fiona – have so found a bird of a feather to flock with here- Thank you for finding me first!!! Here’s what I took away from this post that I love about your perspective (which may/may not be true, from your perspective – I’m open to admitting sometimes I’m blind to anything but my own passions!):

    1. “Look at that cool modern machinery whipping out work!”
    2. “Oh, wait…. – lots of noise pollution – who thinks the high pitched beep-beep is actually going to keep someone from getting run over? And who, mind you, walks behind a massive piece like this without calling out – “Hold on! I’m crossing construction field now – okay, I’m safely across, go ahead….”
    3. “Hmmm….understand why progress had to happen, but did anyone think about the long term consequences of approaching the project this way, cuz doesn’t look like the best the solution to…”
    4. “Okay – so sorry your homeland balance means you need to visit foreign shores for awhile – I get it…”
    5. “Wait! I have to share my erries with ya? Go eat the general contractor in charge of the project’s berries – it’s his responsibility – oh – – he doesn’t have any berries available? NO! Seriously, only an astroturf lawn and $6,000 grill? Well, …okay…not my fault, BUT I’ll pay for the poor planning of my own species….just try to eat some berries and drop the naturally processed seed over the contractor’s home place – he really needs some berry trees on his property – – just try to hit the edges of lawn – otherwise, just wasted effort – maybe you and I can sneak some berry trees in – – 🙂

    LOL – hope you don’t mind that I totally interpreted this post through the lens of my own perspective! But, thanks for sharing so eloquently – warms my heart to read posts like these – for a myriad of reasons!

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      1. It’s okay to also respond, “How the #@$!% did you manage to paint all that in?!? Sheesh! It was a story!! About MY Perspective!!!” – – – Cuz I’m used too it! LOL – – before my stroke, my brain was naturally hard wired to see patterns, cause/effects, connections – which is why I was a database, workflow efficiency, closet activist – 🙂

        Since the stroke? Still feel like me, still see the patterns there, but see even more now as I do exercises to rewire paths in my brain, wouldn’t ya know, I’m also building new footpaths and widening others into super-highways – – LOL

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