Little Monkey and Loggy. Could anything be happier?
Little Monkey doesn’t have expensive toys; she has never really cared for them, especially if they squeak!
She prefers to make her own toys, such as this giant log that she carries round the garden in her mouth. She finds a nice spot to lie down and then proceeds to chew chunks off the bark and spit them out. It keeps her happy for hours and is good for her teeth too, I guess.
I’ve never heard of this being celebrated over here, but I have read about it on other blogs. As chance would have it, today is Little Monkey’s Gotcha Day. I adopted her 11 years ago at the age of 18 months.
Anyone else realise that books are just dead trees with tattoos?
I have always loved books and would avidly devour book after book as a kid, long before Harry Potter magically appeared!
Now with Kindles and eBooks around some people never read an actual book any more. I still love to feel the weight of the book in my hands as I turn each page and watch my progress through the tome. I love the smell of a new book (not so much an old musty one!). I love to curl up in a comfy chair with a cuppa and enter another world.
Still, in all these years I had never thought of a book as a dead tree; with tattoos to boot!
Oh sorry! I guess you can’t speak with your mouth full!
This cheeky Olive Thrush is a very regular visitor to my garden. He chases the lovely Cape Bulbuls away from Little Monkey’s water bowls, which they use as bird baths. Seen here, he has just raided the bush for golden berries and has one in his mouth. Yum!
post script: “Gottle o’ Geer” is what you say for “Bottle of Beer” when you are not a ventriloquist! It is very hard to say ‘B’ without moving your lips.