Woke early again this morning, The mind said “Lets go for a walk” the body said “Do you think so? I don’t.”
So the body won…. Linda woke and wanted coffee at the golf course…. “Why don’t you take me home and go for a walk?” she asked.
The mind answered “I like that idea!” the body answered “Over my dead body!”.. the mind won.. so off we set and it was rather rewarding with first time photos of two Purple Rollers… BUT, we didn’t get far and the body said to the mind “Head for home you idiot, before we don’t make it!”
When we made it home, the body said to the mind “I told you so! maybe next time you’ll listen to me” but the mind answered “hey, look at these great first time photos we managed to capture!” the body had no answer……
The Purple Roller (Coracias naevius), also called the Rufous-crowned Roller, is found over sub-Saharan Africa to as far south as Namibia and the Transvaal. Compared with other rollers its colours are rather dull and its voice rather harsh and grating. Its preferred habitat is dry thorn-veld where it spends long periods perched at the top of thorn trees or poles, watching for food items such as insects, spiders, scorpions and small lizards on the ground.
This was a very rewarding walk this morning, I’ve seen these birds far off, but never close enough for a photo. Today they were so vocal about last nights rain that they didn’t notice me creeping up on them… and the result? 257 photos of them taken from behind a BIG tree…. and a quick look, all the shots seem to be good and in focus… so no deletions…
Your mission, should you accept, is to proceed to the Sishen Golf Course before sun-up, ignore your normal avian friends, then to search and photograph the Kudu.
If you are successful, chocolate will be the reward, should you fail…… a kick in the arse should be administered, as you have lost your touch…
and the result…. proof it is before sun rise…
and the sun rises…..
Following fresh tracks I manage to find them…. light is not good, but the mission is successful… covered in grass seeds and ticks from sneaking in long grass to get captures….
They are actually so well camouflaged… this one didn’t even know I was there….
and then I found the bull and had to do a bit of creeping around before he saw me to get these captures…
He knows I’m there somewhere, but as yet has not seen me… then he does and the result a pleasant goodbye…
and then around the next bush I find one of his offspring… the youngster….
Now this was a good mission that gave me some confidence that I’ve not lost it as yet…. now for the chocolate….
Southern Pied Babbler(Turdoides bicolor).
A short walk on the Sishen Golf Course and who did I find? One of the noisy favourites the babbler….
They looked over their shoulder whilst giving me a birds eye view of their foofholes… still it was nice to get out for a casual walk and to see a few of my favourites… the camera thought it had been retired, but soon got back into the swing of things…..
My health is as yet not back to normal, this lung thing is difficult to work around, and here I thought giving up smoking (which is going well by the way) would make my lungs better…. but I don’t suppose I can blame the smoking for the collapsed lungs…
My taste buds are slowly returning to normal, although chocolate still tastes a bit strange. But I will continue stuffing it down my throat till it tastes good again… can’t give up smoking and chocolate !!!!!
I return slowly to the blogging community, not yet fully recovered, but feeling definitely on the up and up, I greet you all.
We leave soon for the Kalahari, where I’m sure my total return to good health awaits me. I need to move on, to forget the last few weeks and all that it gave me.
Over two weeks now since I last lit a cigarette and believe me when I say I’m surprised till now, I have not missed it at all, not an urge or a craving.
Sweets, chocolates and even cakes have no taste, if anything they taste terrible. I’m led to believe this is from all the antibiotics that were pumped into me. Please God let my taste buds return to normal, as all food tastes strange and my weight is dropping unprecedentedly. A thin Bulldog is not what I want.
The vultures that felt as though the were circling, have gone to roost, I’m not ready to move on yet… here are a few photos from the past as till now I have not ventured out to capture anything new…
Away with you all above… I have no need for you.. go seek a meal elsewhere, the Bulldog is back…
I thought I was back up and ready to take on the blogger sphere, guess what?…. I’m not. I so want to be carousing through all your posts. To attempt to catch up, hell, all I want to do is answer the 100 odd comments I’ve received in the last few days.
I’m afraid prone in front of the laptop, or, flat on my back on the bed, mouth agape, full of snorts and snoring…. the first comes an easy second to the last.
So I’m going quiet for a while till my stomach, cramps and pain levels return to some form of normality. But I just want to thank you all for all the wonderful comments, to which I shall answer in the future…
“On a Clear Day You Can See Forever” is a musical with music by Burton Lane and a book and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner. Well here we had two days of sunshine and a tad clear… so I managed to get 4 photos…
On a clear day, rise and look around you
And you’ll see who just prove you are
On a clear day, how it will astound you
That a glow of your being, outshines every star
You’ll feel part of
Ev’ry mountain, sea, and shore
You can hear from far and near
A world you’ve never heard before
And on a clear day, on that clear day
You can see forever, oh
And on that clear day on that clear clear day
You can see forever and ever and ever and evermore
My health is improving in leaps and bounds, however the pills are keeping me prone most of the time, things will return to normal, I just know they will……….
I have that saying on the header of my blog page a portion of which says “Don’t strive to make your presence noticed, just make your absence felt.” Well if you missed me I’m pleased to hear that. Not that I wanted to be missed, I didn’t want to go any-damn-where. But that little bag that hangs around in you lower right hand area called the vermiform appendix decided otherwise.
On Tuesday last after having fed, I started to feel a cramp in that area, which soon manifested itself in my whole abdominal area. I know I’m a man and we tend to exaggerate, but this became beyond bearable.
We are not blessed with a medical aid that covers visits to an emergency room in the late hours, (which on investigation showed I’d need to put approx. R 6 000 on the table before they’d look at me, that’s the price of a new camera) so it had to wait till the next morning. With no sleep, I managed to get an appointment with our Doctor fairly early, 12.15 pm. She sent me for x-rays and blood tests, returning to her with the x-rays I had to sit it out and wait for the blood results to be mailed to her.
She was not happy with the x-rays, she was definitely not happy with the blood results. Before I could scratch an itch, not that I had one, she had me bundled off to the Kloof Hospital with the instructions “When you get there, say Dr. Van der Merwe is going to operate.” and that was that.
I had an appendectomy, my infection count was over the wall and I blew up like a balloon. My entire colon was infected, in fact my intestines apparently did not look good. Well it took the Doctor till yesterday to get me back on my feet, still not 100%, have slight pain, but lots of swelling and wind that flows freely from both ends.
As some of you follow Linda as well I asked her to put out a word and I was astounded by the replies and comments. Unfortunately it used up all her remaining data for the month, but I’m sure she will get back to you.
Linda and I had an agreement, she would get all the sicknesses and have all the operations, why at this age did I need to break that agreement. This was a first for me and hopefully last. It was damn sore, unpleasant, I hated being poke with needles to find veins (have these not been mapped somewhere?) and as for the use of a bottle to wee into, not a recommended thing when drugged.
The staff, doctors and hospital were out of this world, to have put up with this bulldogs continual moan with a smile is commendable. Some even hugged me when I left, probably because they’re so happy to see me leave.
I just shudder to think what would have happened if this occurred while I was in the bush somewhere.
I have over 700 email notices, I deleted them all, I will catch up with you all again as time and recuperation allows…
But I’m back………………….