Christmas isn't here right now
It has long been gone
But the problem of the pear tree
Goes on and on and on.
Summer is now with us and
And that tree was bearing well
Until the cockies came to stay;
They give it bloody hell.
They just love the fruit that's ripening
They love the fruit flies too
But they eat a bit from every pear
Those flamin cockies do.
No pears for us this year
Like the apricots and plums
Insect pests and weather
Have left us rather glum.
Apricots split and fell
While the fruit was green
The birds ate all the plums
We see where they've been
There are still some apples
Need a polish with a cloth
But I think all the big ones
Are spoiled by codlin moth
The year came in with promise
Then Murphy came to call
He left us a string of woes
I'll bet he had a ball.
Author notes
The summer of 2008-2009 is one i would rather forget.
"Cockies" is a colloquial name for the Sulphur Crested White Cockatoo in Australia in the context of this poem.
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Great poem as usual. They always flow so well & have a little story to tell. I like that. The most exotic thing we get is bloody Magpies. Horrible cackling monsters...
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thank you my friend, I appreciate your commenting. I love the cackling magpies when they decide to warble, then they are beautiful.
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Living off the land isn't always easy, Bob. I know where you are coming from with the fruit tree. We had them at our last place. Seven trees in all. We covered the apricot with netting, but allowed the rosellas to have the apples which were not too good. The bats wouldn't touch the plum trees cause of the huge spikes on the tree. We even had trouble getting fruit off them. The peach tree always had curly leaf to begin with until we were told to throw aniseed grass all over it. That solved that problem. The fruit on the pear tree was always small and didn't taste too crash hot, so the birds scored that one. We always took some apricots and cut them up and put them in hanging baskets in the trees for the honey suckers and wattle birds. They knew when they were ready to ripen and waited for their share. Your poem could make one go on and on. It was an excellent piece with top rhyme and flow. Seems the weather has ruined a lot this year. Great write and you even managed to end it with a sense of humor. Excellent.
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Many thanks for your commnets and thoughts. Mother Nature will always have her way. The pears are actually really delicious, I beat the birds to one so far. But it has been the season for Murphy. We broke a fan belt yesterday on the way to Coona. Just past the halfway mark. Turned out to be a very expensive shopping trip. We were lucky in that we didn't do really serious damage.
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Lol
Murphy,s law does have it's say Bob. But I bet those pears are delicious. Nicely penned as always.
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So far my friend I have had just one pear. It was really nice though. It's been a summer for Murphy, cop this lot: Hot water unit went kaput, fridge died, kitchen stove died, birds and weather cleaned up the fruit harvest, and ---- wait for it ---- the bloody car threw a fan belt half way into Coona yesterday and made it a very expensive days shopping. We were lucky it didn't warp the head or seize the motor. Hot day, past the point of no return, no fan belt, no water pump, no air-con and no choice but to carry on and hope. Real bummer. Must be something really good coming to our place; there is always a balance.
LMAO.
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The same happens with my mango trees. The flying foxes feed at night and the rainbow lorikeets do the day shift! Thanks for sharing your great poem!
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Many thanks John. Mother Nature will have her way as she always does. It's interesting to watch the activity of all the different birds in the fruit season just the same. I just wish the buggers would be still long enough to get some photos of them. I an watch them at work for ten - fifteen minutes without the camera. As soon as they see that they all take off. Misersble sods, they could pay for the fruit by posing, couldn't they? lol!!!
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