The Claw

 Aunty P will be pleased.  She hated the acacia down on the beach.  F loved it.  Prickly darned stuff, I loved it too, but for different reasons.  I was never allowed to get myself mixed up in it because F couldn't get me out - that was the whole objective from my point of view.

F's love of it stems from her love of all things that grow, and particularly things that grow in difficult places with challenging conditions.  Hardy stuff.  It shielded the rocks, protecting pockets of soil from washing away in heavy rain.  It shaded and kept temperatures underneath a fraction lower than the bare unshaded rocks.  It provided homes and support for a variety of insect life that in turn supported local bats and birds, and mice and rats and lizards, and in their turn hunting opportunities for a few feline cousins who live at the top of the coastal food chain here.

The cousins who live on the beach always look healthier than those who hang around the apartments, so something must be working in their eco-system.

Last week a group of men armed with small chainsaws started attacking the acacia. To be fair some of it was growing out of the ancient human created stone-works that were the original fortified walls of Piraeus.  Those walls have survived a couple of thousand years by not being forced apart by the expanding roots of invasive plant species.  If you like conserving the evidence of human modification of the landscape then you take steps to remove the acacia,.... and some other legume-like trees that had begun their assault on the rock 'formations'.

Remarkably the forcing apart done by the expanding roots of the larger and more forceful eucalypts planted around the cove remains unchecked.  Go figure!

Today a truck with an impressively large claw turned up and reached way down over the edge of the road and fetched up handfuls of the acacia slash.  Then there were crunching and crackling noises as the sticks and branches were forced down into the truck.

Our view of the water has ceased to be filtered through a feathery green screen and the edge now looks harsh and unforgiving.  It is all suddenly a bit bare and glaring, angular and unkind.  Bring back the prickly darned stuff I say and F supports me, but for different reasons... which just goes to show that you could find yourself voting for the same political party as someone you don't agree with and then wondering how that happened!
Go Figure!


  1. Hari OM
    The common goal will always unite the disparate parts, Tigger! Part of the problem, though, is deteriming what is truly the common goal...for therein lies territory prone with transgression. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

  2. F has the right idea about habitat. And if climbing about in stabby foliage grooms your fur, maybe that's how your catcestors did it, too, with no humans to haul them out.

  3. We don't see acacia in Aberdeen (too cold, we think) but I like the idea of a prickly shrub where you can hide and the humans are reluctant to follow - an ecological niche largely filled by gorse bushes in Northern Scotland.

    1. F knows a thing or two about gorse having started her working life bashing her way through the stuff. Maybe that's why she is so averse to having to follow me into the acacia. Brer Rabbit reckoned briar patches were the place to be. Rabbits or no rabbits I suspect I won't get a look in a briar patch either. Do you like rabbits Nobby?

  4. Prickles can be good, or so my friendly hedgehog tells me.

  5. We can see how disgruntled you are at losing this tree. We were the same when the next door house was sold and they cleared the lovely jungle of a garden that we used to hide in, its all block paving now, no fun.
    Willow, Rowan, Princess, Mummy Polly and Rupert who we know is watching us all from kitty heaven. xxxx

  6. Go Figure Says It All! agree with F 100%. we love wild things, animals and plants and love the way things grow with out interference by humans. they always interfere. so sorry

  7. Always sad to see a tree get cut down, but I guess sometimes it just has to happen.

  8. At least your view is clearer I guess. But I wonder what direction is that from your window. Will you now have more summer sun, or lovely winter sun to help warm your bones.

  9. Eucalyptus and Acacia - not much of that here in Wales! And Oscar would not be up for prickles. Indeed, I am thinking of planting some quince to stop him jumping our wall. Nice catch up again after so long - I have looked back at many of your old posts too.

  10. I'm not an Acacia fan, like privet they make me sneeze and rark up my hayfever allergies. We are in the process of finding some cat grass for Bruno and Mr Cat.


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