Somewhere between the ants’ intransigence, our
JRT’s polarised view and lunatic Cockatoos is an
answer; it is early in the macadamia nut season -
meaning sulphur-crested cockatoos believe its in
their best interests to make a statement; which’s
done by tearing green nuts off th’ trees, gnawing
husks off, yeah - hard to imagine birds gnawing -
but these beasts’ve adapted their hooked beaks
and practically nothing is safe; occasionally they
break into a shell - get to eat its contents, a ratio
of maybe 10 to 1 - not that they care - raucously
swearing at each other, sharing bawdy jokes - &
scattering in shrieking swarms for taller trees; to
their infamous ‘porky-pie’ sessions I’m informed
their debris remains beneath Mac trees & feeds
millions of ants - or so they claim - ever seen an
ant with a nutcracker - but its evidence pertains
to either a source nutrition or legendary fictional
fantasies completed by our gathering what’s left
for storing upon the back patio table to dry, and
where our JRT expresses a gastronomical bent,
asserting ideas about cracking and extracting a
kernel & presenting it in the manner befitting an
obvious epicure - while ants teem silently out of
cracks to persistently pester whatever isn’t yet
digested, just as if it wasn’t ever a feeble fable
© 10 February 2016, I. D. Carswell
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