Since I am not well, I was mentally prepared to allow me a longer sleep. In a semi-sleep state I heard the inviting sound of hope ‘Cuckoo’, ‘Cuckoo’. It was not a cuckoo clock, but a real cuckoo, inviting me into a new brisk day. The voice so soothing.
The inner turmoil
When I sell my land, it will be cleared for construction activities and the entire last piece of the habitat of these cuckoos and other birds in our area will be lost with it. Do I have any other financially viable option then selling this land. How am I going to manage the waste from around 20 new houses that will crop up here.
