It is a hot sultry sunday. Low clouds have moved in and the heat is building for some promised rain. I am outside pottering around my new planting projects and staring at the bottle mountain for the umpteenth time to see if i can come up with a creative recycling creation before Google Earth calls to investigate. I am not moving fast. Nothing is. Perhaps I will take my book to the pool for an hour.
Next thing, K is calling me from the doorway. It looks urgent. I drop what I am doing and hasten indoors. "There is a lion here!" They were hunting the warthogs that were near the house.
Another lion arrives. They greet and both stare fixedly at us from the edge of the treeline. They settle down and a third lion arrives. This is the dominant male, some people call him Shaka. He eases in to the shade and lets the other two be more watchful.