TIME OFF!

Today is the last day of my Second Term break. As I look forward to another busy Term, I also look backand wonder about all that I could have done! But holidays have a way of racing by, especially when your family is with you. I couldn’t agree more with Elbert Hubbard, when he said, No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one!

Of course I did the usual things one does during holidays- watch my favourite TV programmes on travel, nature and food late into the night and wake up a little late, the next morning! During one such session, as I was surfing through the limited channels brought to us by our local Cable Network, I chanced to see the Everglades, the wetlands that stretch across southern Florida. It is the home of the Gator Boys, alligator trappers, who tackle South Florida's most stubborn alligators. Had it not been for an interesting memory, I might have given it a miss.

I remember teaching the kids a story, titled, Trashmasher, from the English text book in my previous school. It told the story of a baby croc, which lived in one of the many canals in Florida. The people living along the canal had adopted it and threw in food which it relished. When young naughty boys threw cans and tins, it mashed it up with the same fervor.

As time went by, it grew bigger and bigger. The huge monster now came up to the backyards and upturned the trashcans for food. But, now it posed a threat and at last a complaint went out to the Florida Wildlife Officials.  Two young uniformed trappers arrived and after listening to the residents, believed they could release it unharmed into the wild. They believed they could drag it to the Everglades easily, really as easily as leading a dog on a leash!

But everyone was in for a shock as the alligator resisted all attempts to be snared. In a fierce display of its powers, it kept circling round the tree, up which the men had climbed to save themselves. They remained there the whole night, planning their next move. Early next morning, one of them threw down his wrist watch—the shining object distracted the gator and thus he was trapped.

I enjoy watching these programmes as much as I enjoy reading about them. They help one to know and understand the world we live in, they educate, inform and  regale us with the good, the bad and the ugly. To all those who study, research, and film it all, kudos!

As I was typing out my blog, I looked out the window, at the solitary crow’s nest.
In my earlier blog, The Twin Trees, I had mentioned the building of the nest with sad results and then the cutting down of the trees. But nature bounces back; this time the crow had made his nest on the tree beside it. It had done a good job, for it had found a faithful mate and through rough and rainy weather, had raised the chicks. I was delighted to spot the happy family, the chicks all grown up and almost ready to fly away! I am happy to share the photos with you!





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