Fellow journalist Leon Marshall tells me of a crazed Piet-my-vrou (red-chested cuckoo) now squatting in the River Club area of Sandton. He writes: “The cuckoo’s call is normally such a pleasant sound when you hear it in October. You know spring has arrived.
“But this year the bird is making me look forward, just a bit, to the change of season. Don’t get me wrong. I normally love birds and bird song.”
After years of having a large garden, complete with corner compost heap where I spent many happy hours knee-deep in fresh manure (a lot of people assume I only write the stuff), I now live in a suburban stockade where we are reduced to buying manure in little bags.
Sad really, because growing vegetables was my only concession to do-it-yourself.