monday afternoon - early winter days - grass is yellow and dry, papery leaves starting to fall from the trees,landing softly in a crunchy layer on the ground. There is a stillness, like the desert. The sun warms your skin but the shadows are cold like the fridge. Blue shadows, cold shadows. Jackals have been eating our guinea fowl chicks - we have seven left so a flock of nine altogether last count. The grass is still long making it easy for predators to hide. Guinea fowl chirp softly to each other as they move along so that although they are hard to see we always know where they are. So do the jackals.
Last night we had a porcupine visitor again. a smaller one this time. He sat by the back door patiently with his paws neatly together, snoozing, like a pet labrador waiting to be let it. Sometime later we left the door open and in he came. Did a complete check of the house - in and out of all the rooms - before leaving again. What is the attraction we keep wondering. There was no food to be found this time - just a routine check?
I have been involved in the business of living again so have fallen behind on blogs but I am checking in - rest assured! I love reading all the blogs and comments, and adding my pennyworth - and can feel a new blog post coming on once i get through it all. Just a quick hello for now then.