I started writing this book back about 1980, after I lost a young sparrow I'd been rearing. It was a labor of love, but the story had ended so abruptly that at the time, still grieving, I couldn't see how to finish the writing.
I picked it up again in 2006, inspired by the concept that it was over to me to give the book whatever ending I wanted. The writing got completed (provisionally, anyway), and then the whole thing was sidelined again because I didn't have time to do illustrations right then and there.
Now I've illustrated 'Taketakerau The Millennium Tree'
taketakerau.com/ , I feel ready to take this on, so I'm going to post a few chapters of it with a request for Comments Please! I apologize that this is a New Zealand oriented book, but the setting for the story is my own home property - I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! The start of the book is based on actual events
BOOK TEASER:
What price a sparrow? Adaptable and courageous, Sparky - a commonplace little sparrow - steps out of his appointed niche, lives his own life, survives beyond all the odds, and finds adventure and his true home among the native birds and animals of Aotearoa New Zealand.
CHAPTER ONE:
Come with me to the Far North of Aotearoa New Zealand. Travel back in time and picture the country as a narrow slice of land - the tail of Maui's great fish – sliding up through the centuries from the twisting seabed of the South Pacific plate.
As the land rose, the earth's core fires leaped out through its surface, leaving great fingers of earth-mother rock embedded in the silt. Hundreds of centuries passed and these volcanic remnants were finally laid bare, as ice, rain, wind and wave eroded the softer rock around them.
Such is the history of one small, commanding pinnacle standing alone, reaching skyward over the rolling bush-clad hills. The Polynesian immigrants called it Orotere - 'Swift Echo'. They invested it with the protective mantle of tapu and the sacred bones of princes were laid to rest in the limestone vaults deep beneath its naked rock face. The slopes below, scattered with mighty boulders, pitted with natural mantraps, were hallowed ground.
In centuries gone by, this whole land of Aotearoa was cloaked in virgin forest, from below the mountains right down through the valleys to the ocean shores. It was the natural home of countless birds and reptiles large and small – a unique fragment of land with its unique inhabitants, broken off from the great primeval continent of Gondwana. Before the arrival of man there were no foreign predators to disturb the balance of this natural Eden.
With the coming of men from Polynesia and then from Europe, the land was changed forever. Sadly. far too much of the surrounding forest, once so proud, was burnt for cultivation or shipped for spars and reduced to pasture.
But because of its sacredness, Orotere was spared. It still retains its leafy mantle, its mana, and much of its tapu even today.
To the north lies the Valley of the Twelve Apostles, and beyond it, the deep, secret harbour of Whangaroa with its hidden channel. To the east, the land dips sharply to plunge into the Pacific Ocean - Moana Nui, the big sea - at the golden, curving beach of Matauri. To the west, hills roll and stretch away to the fringes of the mighty forest remnant, the Puketi, where kauri giants may mercifully still slumber through the hot, hazy summers and drink their fill in the winter's damp.
This area was named Kukuparere - Flying Pigeon - after one of its inhabitants, the native pigeon or kereru. According to legend, all of Aotearoa's kereru originated from here. Be that as it may. kereru survivors still fly on the slopes of Orotere today, though much reduced in numbers : in autumn, heavy with forest fruits, they dive and stall, swoop and soar in the evening light around its rock face.
As night gathers, the day's last call is from the tui – the earliest and latest bird. Then when darkness comes even he falls silent, and Orotere belongs to the night-loving kiwi and ruru, the native owl. Their voices rustle its dark mantle and echo its history more truly than any other bird.
This place has seen the kiwi, the kereru, the tui, the native owl, possibly the huia, now extinct; almost certainly the kokako, now endangered. These were historic birds in a historic place.
Sparky was not one of them.
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Thanks to clippercarrillo for encouraging me to do this -
clippercarrillo.deviantart.com…Patricia