Strange Fruit

At the edge of the meadow there sits a single immense tree. In early spring, as I walk the land, I notice for the first time the strange fruit in the boughs of the tree. The fruit is large and rough-hewn, and the ancient tree is heavy with these kernels.
The fruit rarely falls during the autumn harvest, though occasionally, after a particularly blustery night, you might find the remains of the fruit after it has crashed to earth.
Spring brings leaves to the old tree and a kaah-ing chaos each dusk and dawn as the rookery comes to life.

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