Red Red Roses

Red Red Rose

The Young, the Mature and the Ancient!

From the Left: A rose bud emerging in the background, the glorious fully opened rose and behind it, the last petals falling from an old bloom.

 

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Your FAQs answered here, before you even ask. Saving you time; saving you trouble!

Yes it is a rose in my garden. 

Yes I did take the photo myself.

It was taken at the end of December last year; the bush is now dormant.

It does have a scent; a magnificent heady fragrance that fills the air around it.

You’re Welcome!

 

Sunbird

Sunbird 1

A Sunbird in my hand is worth many in the bush.

I have been trying to capture a decent photograph of this little Sunbird for many years. All I had to show for my efforts were lots of photos of empty bushes and skies! (He was far too quick for me!)

Sunbird 2

Today he flew right into my lounge.

He is a Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird.

The first priority, of course, was getting rid of the wolf! So I shut Little Monkey in the kitchen. Then we could set about rescuing this lost little soul.

Sunbird 3

Panicked, he flew round the room, repeatedly bumping his head on the ceiling. Eventually, exhausted, he settled to rest on the burglar bars in a window.

Sunbird 4

We managed to carefully shoo him out of the side window, only to have him immediately fly right back in the door! He ended up on the floor by the security door, so I scooped him up very gently in my cupped hands.

Sunbird 5

He weighed nothing at all. (Well, according to google, 8 grammes!)

As I cradled the poor dazed bird in my hands, we silently regarded each other; he with bemusement and I with wonder.

What a treat!

Sunbird 6

Then I carried him outside and placed him on my honeysuckle bush. This is where I have seen him before, fleetingly. He was a bit clingy, but I scraped him off and left him sitting on a branch, still quite confused.

Sunbird 7

He remained there for a while, then shook his head and took off, gaining altitude and flying strongly towards the trees.

I hope the dent on his head was merely ruffled feathers and he recovered fully.

 

 

Stay!

The Stay 1 – LM

The Long Distance Stay

Little Monkey waits while I walk away from her, with my friend and her two dogs. Even ‘splitting the pack’ did not break her stay.

I like this photo with the background of blinding white-light that emphasises just how bright it is here!

The Stay 2 – LM

This photo gives a better indication of how far away I was. Normally we do a longer distance, but I wanted to take a photo; and the very act of moving my arms to do so would make her want to move. I “call” her simply by raising my arm up and down; no words. This works very well over very long distances; especially on a windy day when your voice is carried away; or when you have laryngitis; or suddenly can’t whistle, like Pinocchio!

This is what we do every single time before I let LM run around free. She stays till I ‘call’ her, trots straight up to me, sits down and waits till I release her (stroke on the head, double pat to the side, “OK.”). Then I know she is listening to me and will come back to me any time during the walk, even if she is out of sight and I have to whistle for her.

This is what she did before she had her Walk in the Wild (with the ‘wolf’) in a recent post.

We have come a very long way from when I first got LM and she did not even look at me at all! I have to admit, LM does have some skills now, even if she is a complete Noo Noo!

 

The Last Rose

Rose 1

Ethereal and delicately pale; this last rose of Autumn.

My daughter’s floribunda rose bush has continually produced pink blooms since the start of Spring, six months ago.

Rose 2

This is what it looked like then, in October last year.

I thought it interesting that these two photos, taken so far apart, were so similar; the position of the rose and buds being almost identical.

Although my Autumn rose is a little faded now, all it needs is dead-heading one last time before it has a little siesta.

Then it will be back in business for its winter blooming!

 

 

Glorious Gold

Golden 1

 

Autumn in the Cape

In the blink of an eye

Leaves turn to gold

Though it is hotter than July (in Europe!)

Certainly not cold

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Golden 2

Autumn takes you by surprise

While most are evergreen

Grapevines alert your eyes

To the changing scene

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Golden 3

Sunlight filters through

Leaves kissed with gold

Ever reminding you

Of seasons tales untold

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Golden 4