This is a tree growing along the road to our place, about 300 metres below our gate. Part of it (the now disappeared part of it in fact) had died but it gave the road character and it's weathered, gnarly look was something I liked. When we came home last Thursday we discovered to our surprise that part of the tree had been removed leaving quite an ungly scar and disfigured tree. While we were down taking a closer look, Peter, our ruddy-faced neighbour from across the road arrived breathless on his super duper ride on mower (Pete like's his boy-toys). Anyway, according to Pete, this acacia was f***en worthless and dangerous and needed to come down. Besides, they only live 8 or 9 f***en years. Yeah right, Pete, this tree with a circumference abh (that's at breast height - yep that's how you measure the circumference of a tree) easily of 50cm is a mere 9 years old...Pete spends much of his or his workers' time 'tidying up' his property, getting of rid of 'all the f***en rubbish'. That's right, Pete, the rubbish where the families of brown quail, red backed wrens, bandicoots and lordie forbid, pythons, hang out. I'm annoyed with myself for not telling him to leave the tree were it is - it's not his tree for christ's sake anyway..but of course all he would have to do is invoke the 'it could fall on my fence and take it down' excuse and he'd have permission to remove the offensive plant in no time at all. So far the tree (or what is left of it) is still intact.Post Script: The neighbour has done his work and removed the tree. RIP tree.
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