Yes I know— Mother Nature is beautiful, wonderful, glorious, magical, awe-inspiring and all that lovely stuff.
Author Anthony D Williams went as far as to say: Take a quiet walk with Mother Nature. It will nurture your mind, body and soul.
Clearly the good Mr Williams was never rudely woken up, on a Sunday, enshrined by the gods themselves as a day of rest, by a gaggle of screeching, squawking, my favourite tree destroying, feathered heathens called Sulphur-crested Cockatoos!
If I could get to Mother Nature I would give her a right piece of mind about her hooligan offspring and demand she send them to whatever her version of the naughty corner for badly behaved kiddies is.
Not only are these birds noisy and destructive they mock you into the bargain! I kid you not, dear reader.
What’s more, your normal bird understands the Shoo-away rule. You shoo and it flies off. right? Not these bludgers. They sit there rolling their eyes and screeching back at you. And when they finally do fly away they don’t even give you the satisfaction of feeling like you’ve won. No. They lazily lift off with a look of scorn and contempt. It’s like they’re saying, “Yeah, whatever dude, you can’t even fly. And oh, we’ll be back tomorrow to harass you some more.”
These birds aren’t dummies by the way. Their actions and behaviours suggest they know their rights. Don’t you worry about that, they know you can’t touch them, they are protected, the law is on their side. They’ve probably got barristers lined up eagerly waiting to plead their case and sue anyone who dare touch them.
Not that you could really harm these larrikins, they are kind of cute and I personally admire their bird-bravado. Although in certain parts of Australia they have been declared a pest due to crop damage and the numbers are kept under control.
It is said that Sulphur-crested cockatoos can live up to 100 years in captivity. The ones in the wild not as long, for obvious reasons. Not a bad innings either way, you’d have to agree.
Now there’s a cheery thought, my gaggle (or is it a pandemonium) are going to outlive me and keep coming back forever, unless I move. Which is a much more realistic outcome.
Now I know why they are really mocking me. They will be here long after I’m gone. They know, so they laugh.
Thinking about Mother Nature and these cockatoos being declared a pest, among many others species, it’s only because humans have taken over, stripped natural habitats for their own use that nature cannot keep things under control.
By that I mean nature keeps everything under control and thriving when not interfered with. Predators and prey, consumers and the consumed. Sounds a little savage, brutal and uncivilised to the so called evolved man but one could easily say that there isn’t anything civilised, gentle or loving about culling fauna because its natural habitats have been taken over and the species are forced to feed off crops and scraps.
Ego world doesn’t discriminate. Everything is up for destruction.