Roof chat

Having just re read my last post I found a glaring typo. How come this was not visible before?  ...all taught muscle... should read 'all taut muscles'  hehe sorry! i am the queen of typos.  once upon a time long long ago, i did a very amateurish job of a brochure for a certain safari lodge far far away. Somewhere in the text i wrote about the Plaintiff cry of the Jackal. ugh - apart from being overwhelmingly corny it is just a joke. Well i hope it made someone smile, or laugh. And to be fair, Jackals do always look a little bit guilty.

Obviously 2012 looks determined to outpace its predecessor. We are nearly half way through January already.  Around here everyone is busy raising young. The impala lambs are big enough to stray from their mothers now. When the herd passes, all we hear are mothers calling their lambs, and lambs bleating looking for mothers. How can something as dainty and graceful as an impala ewe make such unappealing grunts and groans?

Warthogs are busy with piglets, or wartlets, and the cuckoos are busy laying eggs in other peoples nests.  The dabchicks at the waterhole, made a perfect nest out of floating vegetation, with one egg sitting in state on the top. It did look vulnerable, and while we were watching a tarapin turtle was showing undue interest. Next time we looked that egg had gone.  Then another appeared, and with unfortunate timing the breeding herd of elephants arrived to swim and play and generally lower the waterlevels.  This time even the nest disappeared. Obviously the dabchicks must rethink their building plans.

The weather has been relentlessly hot. The air heavy with the promise of storms that never come. The white sun sucks moisture out of every living thing, including us, to replenish its army of clouds. Last night there was a big amber moon in the east, and there are some interesting planets around promising interesting times in this era of change.   I hope 2012 is generous, kind and loving to you all.