My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

‘appless Tree Stands Forlorn



Short of us sitting in the orchard with a shotgun, the pukeko with their white tail feathers flicking in defiance, each morning, unafraid and undeterred by human presence, stride up from the stream, across the paddock and into the orchard. Their  raucous squawks alert us to their brazen thievery.


Pukeko heading to forbidden fruits

As a home gardener, my hopes are being squashed that in March, there may be no fruit left on the apple tree for us to pick and to enjoy.

Fruit Thief with Apple Clamped in Beak

Pukeko, apple clamped in beak, strides back to the stream after a raid on the apple tree

My heritage Captain Kidd apple tree, mulched and fertilised, swelters in the hot January sunshine. These pesky New Zealand native birds have added to this proud tree’s woes. Devoid of its fruits, it stands ‘appless and forlorn. 

Forlorn in the sun ~ Captain Kidd Apple Tree

Once was a prolific and promising crop of apples


Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

2 thoughts on “‘appless Tree Stands Forlorn

  1. I understand fully how you feel as the same thing happened to me, not with Pukekos but Wood Pigeons, they ate the blossom before the fruit even started growing.
    Now living in town the same thing is happening in the garden, no fruit it is the sparrows and blackbirds eating the blossom and fruit in the early stages, and yes still no fruit on the trees. So sad.
    How did the older generation survive they relied on those fruit trees for their survival all winter?
    If we didn’t have the supermarket we would all stave, no fruit in our diet.

    • Agree with regard to food supplies. Have not experienced the wood pigeons doing their thing. That’s interesting. Our thinking now is what measures we can take ahead of next year. Netting didn’t work. The birds went down and under. Electric fencing round the orchard is a possibility. Could try culling during the shooting season this May. Not a preferred option though. We are guessing the birds are seeking the sugar and moisture of the fruits because of the drier, higher temperatures. We’re working on it. Cheers, Kiwiana.

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