Just yesterday morning I was writing about how I miss seeing you around the house. Because I really do! I love looking at you all – mommies, babies, cheeky youngsters, the big bulls – you are a joy to watch go about your daily business of eating, playing, bathing and drinking. I love the way you smell all earthy and musky and your low tummy rumbling sounds always bring a smile to my face.
We have had our differences in the past, I realize that. But that was during the Marula season and I thought we had put that behind us. I appear to have been mistaken. Because you came as thieves in the night late yesterday evening – And even though all of our tall wild grass has been taken out and there is lots more for you to eat in the rest of the Kruger National Park, you still decided to break in and destroy the little bit of a garden I have worked so hard to create in the last 8 months. And don’t even get me started about my vegetables and my little nursery! Was that really necessary?
Let’s do a quick damage report, shall we? My Umbrella Thorn: ringbarked. Which means this beautiful tree is going to die. I love the shade it provides in our garden. Then my poor kudu lilies… They just started to recover after the last time you feasted on them. And they were flowering too! I have not even had a chance to take a picture of its beautiful flowers, but now most of them are ripped up. I sure hope they tasted nice.
My aloes… the biggest one of them you tore out and left. A dear friend of mine from Pretoria gave me that aloe plant. Are you going to tell her what you did? I think you owe her an apology. But, the worst thing and the main reason I am writing you this letter is my Barberton Daisies!!! I have a few in my garden and only one has made flowers in the 8 months we have been at the gate. And one of you stepped on them! Not cool you guys… I loved those intricate little flowers.
I have to be honest with you. When I saw the amount of damage there is to my vegetable patch and my little nursery of impala lilies and Jackal Berry trees that I have been growing from seeds, I just wanted to cry. I have put a lot of time and effort into growing all of the plants there. And it took only one night and a few of you to all but destroy everything…
I am not sure how we are going to resolve this or go from here, dear elephants of Malelane Section… I realize you have probably been coming into our garden for a long time. Long before me and my ‘bull’ moved into the house with our two calves. And the humans that lived in the house before us never really made much of a garden. They also always left the gate open…
There is so much food in the rest of the wilderness we call home. How about you can have áll of that, and I have the little area inside our fence to grow things I think are pretty and nice? I mean I know I live in the bush and everything, but I am still a girl. And we like pretty things!
I will make an exception for when the juicy marula fruit starts growing on the trees close to the gate again. I know how much you love them and I would not want to keep that from you. And as a gesture to me, would you just leave my pretty flowers for me to admire? Please?
Have a lovely day!
House 355 Malelane Gate