Blogging, to take over the world.
The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... )|
|In the previous blog, rain was likened to a leopard, a spot here, and a spot there - now the spots have taken over the picture, and we have a wet leopard, all spots are the same; wet, even the spaces inbetween are now wet!
The villain of the story defeated, Mr. Drought put in his place; (to re-appear again in another episode of Life.)
At last, a season of planting is possible. All is well ...
Like every good story, new villains -
Army worms have turned up to snack on the corn on the menu, a new strain, imported from America - Super Worm!
The Worm to end all crops, and the good guys are doing their best to contain this scourge.
Calling Superman or somebody ... help!
Meanwhile, back at the ranch ... (<< this may not be clear to younger viewers) the sheep's pen was flooded today, and the sheep were moved closer home to the only 'dry spot' on the farm. This spot was a small camp right behind the west side of the home, one can look out the window from the kitchen, and there the sheep are, safe and dry.
Yes - there are drainpipes, and waterpipes, and other stuff, stuff that sheep can stuff-up.
I know ... it is the only dry spot, lets hope!
Dog-patrol at 1am, and as I let the dog out (*), water can be heard gushing out a pipe, yes, I know you said, anyways - the sheep were moved to the day-camp where the young ostriches play all day. The ostriches are closed up under roof at night, safe from all other mishaps.
The pipe put back in its place, and life goes on ...
(*) yes, it is I who let the dog out, I do it every day, no big thing, no need to make a song and dance about it!
|Monday, this week, the first eight chicks were collected from the nest. The reason for removing the chicks are multifold; feral dogs, jackal, mongooses, even people, will harvest the brood if they could.
Mommy was not happy at all, still, there was no asking her, discussing the pros and cons, explain to her the situation - Mother knows best!
She told us very clearly what she would do to us, should she be able get hold of us.
Fortunately, Daddy was not close-by, he is a real problem, he is not as easy to keep at bay with a stick as is Mommy.
Wednesday gave us another two chicks, still five eggs to go.
The rain is like a leopard, a spot here, a spot there, not something to get involved with - as in many places, people simply got too much which resulted in flooding and all the problems.
|Got a visit from 3 young dwarf mongoose today.
What makes it so unusual, they are way out of their distribution area.
They stayed for a long while, irritating the ground squirrels no end.
The larger squirrels would kick sand onto the mongoose, the mongoose would ignore this and carry on with whatever they were doing.
A photo session was out of the question, they moved around all the time, never allowed a good shot.
OK, so we speak English, which says the plural of -goose can be -gooses or -geese, why can I not say -gice; as one mouse + another mouse = mice.
Oh, nevermind, we speak Inglis, the language where anything makes sense.
As I was trying to take a photo of the -gooses, six feral geese flew over me, and right into the sun's light, so much for taking photos.
There is no accurate record of these feral geese (tame Embden type geese which have gone 'wild')
These wild geese never come close to the domesticated geese.
A fair start to the new year. The year where all add up to 10, or is it 100 ?
2 + 0 + 1 + 7 = 10 or 100; take your pick.
Bad hair days are a common occurance, getting out of the wrong side of the bed is another malady which could strike one, and as has been coined quite recently in common use:- "Who let the dogs out?"
To this question I must plead guilty, it is I who let the dog out, not dogs tho.
Just a wee little pooch, who wants to do something or other, outside, at all odd hours of the night.
The only problem is timing.
Timing is such an important part of life; and yet - nobody teaches it as a subject, okay, not to my knowledge - it is not done.
And the pooch seems to have no idea about timing, or, her idea is somewhat different than my idea.
Some might say the pooch should stay out there; another would live with the odd puddle or worse!
Unfortunately, the pooch is vital as a first-line of security. She is an excellent watch dog. This must still be proven, so till then, I will let the dog out whenever she indicates to me - I must let the 'dog' out ...
|A new future (another ol' day of yesterday ?)
Voting done, a new World, or, back to the business of old - time will tell.
Putting money where your mouth is, is something every one has to do from time to time.
Doing Nano, keeping to the aim, or any other goal - all call for commitment - who will pay the price ?
Full Moon: Nov 14, 2016 at 3:52 pm. South Africa. Johannesburg (close enough for me)
Close enough for me, altho I only went out at a few inches above the horizon, which was closer to 7:00 pm, and dusk had settled in nicely.
Thru the eucalyptus trees, it was a sight to see.
The previous event was 26 January 1948, and I may have seen the moon, yet I cannot remember it.
The swallows arrived yesterday, not many, a few - I would guess; last year took its toll on the swallows as well.
The prophets of doom has put another bad year up for this world, and so far, the world is doing its best to comply.
More young, yesterday and today (16th), baby antelope, springbuck - and soon the rest of summer will fall in line.
The wild ducks are strutting their young, wonders if there is food out there ?
Work in progress - I'll be back
Ten days later ...
Rain has fallen, enough to turn the world a green shade, not enough to fill the dams.
We are waiting - things are still slow on Mother Nature's side.
The frog chorus has come and gone, the finches are doing their nests, summer is doing its best with what there is.
We are still waiting.
|Spring is here!
Early rains fell, and with it came an early spring.
The croak of frogs, the cricket's chirp, the hoot in the trees - owls talking about times to come.
All of these on the night before last night.
The wagtail's nest already has three gaping mouths calling for attention.
Turkey chicks, goose eggs everywhere, and the call of the wild geese flying by.
Spring is here!
In the darkness, the villians get together, ready for their part in the show.
Blood they will have, it is the way, this is how it will be ...
The mosquitoes with their dreaded song, waiting - all ready!
And the gnats, rats, fleas, lice, ticks, and more, all have their part to play.
Summer is on its way!
|While researching the subject matter, a great item was found which was borrowed for a while. (My opinion) (Atkinson's)
The issue of being up to some body part in alligators, and then try to remember - draining the swamp was the real aim.
I have seen this depicted in a picture, and yet have not found the same or a similar picture of this incident on the 'net.
This is still a work in progress ... watch this space
Some one comes up with the great idea which implies; a messy desk shows a great mind.
I shared this with wife, her retort is not print-friendly ...
Re-reads the advice offered by Mr Atkinson.
And with that, I rest my case ... till again.
Ps. There are many 'images' available at Google, people up to their unmentionables in all types of situations.
| There I was busy sorting out the Japanese Radish (another story) when behind some screens a nest of eggs was seen.
The first idea was goose eggs, as the geese are buzy pairing up for the summer ahead - it was a bit early for the geese to start nesting, they start to lay eggs in August.
Looking closer, it was five turkey eggs!
The one turkey has gone rogue on me and kept jumping the fence.
This still in being mid July and winter in the south, it was unusual to find a turkey nest.
Then I remembered, a turkey is American, and in the turkey's mind, America is in high summer.
So be it, even a turkey can think what a turkey wants to think.
To each their own - that is democracy, free thought.
Oh, doing is another story, as this stupid turkey will soon find out, once she starts to brood, if that is her intention.
Doing what you like - that is another story - all together!
Every year, since way back when, twice a year, the world is treated to it.
The long and the short of it.
My BUCKET list has this item there:
Sleep a full winter's solstice night - that is it, from sunset to sunrise, and a bit.
The basics lined up:
One meerkat pillow, snuggly-wooly-blanket, frilly nightdress, sleep-socks, night-cap.
No night mask is allowed, the purist must face the nightmare head-on.
A scoop, brush, and bucket, is allowed for the sheep, should there be any ... well that.
Do not forget the bale of hay, a treat for the beasts of the night, or hitting, should one be so inclined.
This may be in the South on the 21st June 2016.