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Little Monkey

 

“Thank Goodness it’s Friday,” says Little Monkey!

 

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Remembrance Sunday 2018

Poppy Day

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon.

 

Today, November 11th, is Armistice Day and it is also Remembrance Sunday.  It is 100 years since the end of World War One.

Traditionally red poppies are worn to symbolise those that grew on battle fields such as in Flanders Fields. Often it is hard to find any poppies for sale here in Cape Town, but this year I was happy to see a woman standing outside the local shops selling poppies; the one in the photo.

A two minute silence is held to mark the end of the First World War, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

Because we should remember all those fallen in all wars.

And make sure that some day it stops.

 

Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossom 1

Haiku 84

Gnarly old branches

How do you keep producing

Beautiful blossom?

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Apple Blossom 2

My apple tree is ancient. It was already here when we bought the house.

Apple Blossom 3

Though the trunk and branches are covered in lumps and bumps, the tree still survives:

Apple Blossom 4

Producing beautiful blossoms every single year.

However this tree manages it, I am always grateful anew, every single spring.

 

Natural Selection

Baby Geese

Natural Selection

Tiny Guinea Fowl chick abandoned by your flock

Scratching in the dirt as you’ve seen your parents do

But without their guidance and protection

And only a few inches tall

You will not survive alone

Breakfast for the Magpie chicks?

Sadness

Heart-rending peeps follow me down the path

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Egyptian goose with the badly broken leg

Each halting step agonisingly painful

Yet still you hobble near your chicks

Protecting them alongside your partner

Your commitment ensuring

The survival of your genes

Endurance

Raucous screeches follow me down the street

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On our walks around the neighbourhood Little Monkey and I have come across many new-born chicks: Guinea Fowl and Egyptian Geese.

When I see an injured or abandoned bird it is hard not to interfere, but there is nothing to be done. The injured bird is still protecting its chicks and the abandoned chick will either survive on its own, or not. It had a near miss when LM spotted it before me!

I did search for the parent Guinea Fowl, with the intention of guiding the baby chick back to their safety, but they were nowhere to be seen. Guinea Fowl are notoriously bad parents.

It reminds me that life out there in the ‘wild’ is tough.

It really is the survival of the fittest.