Category Archives: Behaviour

Buried Treasure

Sparky the Squirrel 1

Ahoy there, me Hearties! Cap’n Sparky here.

I’m just burying me Treasure in this ‘ere pot.

Sparky the Squirrel 2

I’ll bury it nice and deep so it’ll be safe under this spiky plant until I’ll be needing it again. 

.

I’m sure Sparky’s treasure will be safe there in my pot. I’m just worried about my poor Asparagus fern; since Sparky was really digging down deep into the roots!

 

Advertisements

Bemused Visitor

Racing Pigeon 1

Haiku 109

Looking for water

A pit-stop in my garden

Somebody’s fancy

.

 

I don’t know who was more surprised when I opened my front door the other day; me or the pigeon.

Clearly a cut above the laughing doves I usually see in my garden, the tag on this racing pigeon’s leg proclaimed his ownership.

Mr Fancy Pants was a fine muscular fellow, but looked rather bemused to see me.

Racing Pigeon 2

I have been visited before by a tagged racing pigeon, which also hung around in the front garden. When it was still there the next day I was worried a cat would get it, so I drove it all the way to the World of Birds sanctuary.

I didn’t want to have to do that again, so very slowly, I closed the front door and crept away.

Luckily for me, when I checked later, the racing pigeon had flown on his way.

 

post script: Yes, I know the water in the bowl looks disgusting, but this bowl is the preferred bird bath used by pigeons in my garden. The ‘dirt’ is all brought there by them. In the back garden there is a perfectly decent proper bird bath, that the Cape Bulbuls prefer, and many bowls on the stoep, that the Olive Thrushes prefer.

Still, once Mr Fancy Pants had left I did fill up the bowl with fresh water again.

 

Hello Baby!

Baby Squirrel 1

Two baby squirrels have been frolicking around my garden lately. They used to have a parent in tow, but now they appear solo.

Baby Squirrel 2

When I went outside and saw the little family on the grass, the parent would immediately run away to safety, while the kids just stared at me!

They still have a lot to learn about the ways of the world.

Baby Squirrel 3

My most recent encounter was when I walked round the side of the house to check on my honeysuckle. I turned the corner and spotted the two baby squirrels scratching around the bushes. We all instantly froze!

Baby Squirrel 4

Very slowly, I turned my back on them and took a step away then stood still. Next second one of the squirrels darted right in front of me, past my foot, headed for the relative safety of the bird bath. A moment later the second squirrel passed by me on my right, leaping along the grass in little bounds.

It wasn’t the safest escape route, but I guess they will learn in time.

 

post script: You can see from the last photo just how far away the tiny squirrel was. Also, he was sitting in the bright sunlight. Both these factors made it very hard for my little Canon camera to capture a clear shot, but hopefully you can see well enough.

 

Big Foot!

Hadeda 1

Haiku 106

Stomping round my stoep

Checking out my flower pots

Sticking your beak in!

.

Hadeda 2

I am used to seeing hadeda looking for insects on my lawn. However, I was surprised to see these two hop up onto the stoep and proceed to search all my flower pots for a tasty morsel.

Hadeda 3

Starting with the pansies, they were certainly having a good root around in each pot.

Hadeda 4

Despite their size, they do no damage to my garden; unlike the destructive Guinea Fowl. Rather the hadeda eat harmful bugs in the lawn.

Hadeda 5

One then moved on to the Asparagus Fern pot.

Hadeda 6

While the second crossed the stoep to see what he could find on the other side.

Hadeda 7

Finishing up on the lavender pot, he then hopped off to join his friend on the lawn.

I like that you can see some of the colours on his wings here. From a distance he appears a dull sort of grey, but when the sun catches his feathers just right, you can see the iridescence.

Hadeda 8

Their tour of my stoep finished, they went back to poking around in my lawn.

 

post script: A hadeda is an ibis, Bostrychia hagedash. And Big Foot should need no introduction!

 

I’m Always Walking With You

In The Wilds 1

Wherever I am girl, I’m always walking with you; I’m always walking with you, but I look and you’re not there.

– Cat Stevens, How Can I Tell You

 

I walked down to the library the other day.

On leaving the property I turned left and continued along the road to the end, so I could see clearly down all three roads before I crossed; checking for dogs.

At each road side I stopped and waited for you to sit, while I checked for traffic.

Once along the way I saw another dog across the road behaving badly; leaping in the air, circling the man, chewing on its lead. He was a massive dog that looked like a cross between a Ridgeback and a Boerboel and was way out of control. I instantly thought to check you, so you would not freak out.

But I look and you’re not there.

.

 

I first heard Cat Stevens sing this lovely song, How Can I Tell You, when I was a student. A housemate had the LP and I would play it often when they were all out. It doesn’t refer to someone you knew who is now gone, but rather to someone you never met, but the sentiment is the same.