A lovely morning out in the local utopia that is Kirstenbosch Botanical Garden yesterday yielded some (or more) photographs. I’ve got several plans for today not of which involve editing, but here’s one of my favourites in a likely (and understandably) vain attempt to keep your attention:
That’s a Cape Bulbul (Pycnonotus capensis) enjoying a quick visit to a (human) drinking fountain on what was a very hot day.
More pics on Flickr when I get around to it.
OK, we might be in Africa, but (generally) lions don’t roam the city streets. If I said that they did, I’d be… Well, I’d not be telling the truth.
Once again, I’m blogging from the stands at the local indoor trampoline park, but after a crappy week of feeling crappy, I’d rather be chilling in front of the football. This guy, from our Shamwari trip last April, has got the right idea.
But parental duties call.
The trampoline park is pretty much empty – most kids being in the middle of exams at the moment. The boy has worked hard this weekend, and is letting off some steam.
The DJ is taking advantage of the large, near-empty arena to injure those who have turned up with a Cuban/Carribean mix pumped out at 130dB. I’m no expert, but I think that Sean Paul may be “in da house (baby girl)”. (OK, I’m cheating: he’s told us he’s “in da house (baby girl)” several times already.)
It’s basically an offensive aural assault and I wish I was lion at home.
I’m feeling a little better again today, and with our neighbours’ building work now entering its fifth month, and promising to break new records for noise today, I’m going to get out and about and get some jobs done.
What does this mean for you? A quota photo of some chairs in a church.
The church in question was the cathedral in Auxerre and the chairs… well… they were those ones above.
I liked the light here and the orderly geometry of the chairs. And this was only a tiny percentage of the huge number of chairs in there. Empty this day, but I’ve heard that they get big crowds on Sundays.
Attempts to get the perfect sunbird photo from the new sunbird feeder are still ongoing.
But the real stars of the show continue to be the Cape White-eyes.
And this one had a full on meltdown/tantrum/breakdancing demonstration…
…before posing like a good little boy for his portrait:
Meanwhile, the sunbird quest continues…
Regular readers (lol at the plural) may have noticed that this blog has been very regular of late. Maybe it’s the added Fibre?
Each morning at 8am CAT, a new blog offering arrives and is hastily devoured by the clamouring hoards. All of it.
That’s because I generally write the posts the day before, and then – through the magic of WordPress – get them to appear the following day. It’s not like I have time or the energy to be that creatively brilliant that early in the morning. Or sometimes, ever.
Yesterday however, rather than writing a blog post, I walked on beaches and enjoyed the (gale force) wind and sea spray in my hair.
It was an amazing day in Cape Agulhas, and we were shocked to return home later in the evening to filthy weather in the Mother City.
I’m not sorry that I made the decision to walk rather than write.
But I hope you weren’t waiting at 8 this morning for a post that never came.
Come back tomorrow, when all will be back to normal.