The photos for this week are again all from South Africa.
Our last day included a cruise on Olifants River, but no-one chose to have a swim
In the distance we thought we saw logs floating in the river.
As we drew closer we changed our minds…again no swimming
Previously we had stopped on an evening game drive at this waterhole. our guide did tell us there was a crocodile in the water and proceeded to set up for sundowners only about twenty feet from the water. Seeing he claimed Irish heritage, he may have been pulling our collective legs…but I was not going to call his bluff. 🙂
The fish and birds seemed to survive.
Well…the fish didn’t quite survive for much longer.
This waterhole is barely one hundred metres from Sausage tree Safari Camp’s breakfast / dining area.
At night spotlights assisted the animals to find the water ;-).
Many animals came to pose for us here.
We spotted this waterhole while on a game drive. Once again our guide told us that it was rare to actually see a giraffe drinking as they are most vulnerable when their head is down. I think this one may have been short-sighted or deaf as it continued its downward movement and took a long drink before whipping its head up in surprise…at noticing us or hearing a noise which we didn’t.
I was scratching my head thinking about this challenge.
Then the curved metal supports on this old building came to mind.
Then, my old woolshed, along with most woolshed is clad entirely in metal corrugated iron…
just like this abandoned machinery shed. I was on a roll!
However, we all know that metal is heavier than water, right? Yet, here is hundreds of tons of metal, carrying hundreds of tons of cargo. Sailing merrily away from Geelong’s port heading for Bass Strait, via port Phillip Heads. Ah! The life of a sailor on the open seas.
Their long gracefully bent necks can easily twist into all manner of poses to assist with daily ablutions.
Crows, while very intelligent, are a sheep farmers worst enemy during winter lambing, in particular. With ready food being scarce a new-born lamb makes an ideal target. And crow’s target is the lamb’s eye. With a distinctly twisted sense of right, it is no wonder these birds are not loved by the farming community.
The gnarled and twisted branches of this specimen have seen better days and will make good fire wood in the near future.
This is not an unusual sight around our back door.
The ‘Tea Leaf” carrying her ill-gotten gains.
What was unusual was spotting this twerp in Maggie’s bed pinching the loot.
Although this picture is a bit soft it shows the difficulty Ginger was having carrying the bone.
Attempt number two…
Gingerly, pardon the pun, it was lifted from the ground.
Yes, I can carry this, she says to herself…
and with a spring in her step…
she is off out of sight to spend an hour or so gnawing the bone.
Ginger is a constant source of amusement…not much else goes on around here 🙂 I have seen her carry a bone around the house three times trying to find a place to bury it. The place is usually at the based of a prized plant. AHHHHHHH! She will then stand guard, showing Maggie exactly where it is and at the same time warding her off, until….Ginger is distracted, where upon Maggie swoops in and steals back her bone.
For those of us with enough ‘life experience’ to remember…
may just remember some shots like these which made squillions for…
Richard Bach and Neil Diamond. It was just ‘a couple of years ago.’
In February 1980 I was in Christchurch, New Zealand, ending a three-week camping holiday. Even back then airlines suffered from delays.
Six or seven hours, in this instance, I believe.
One of my fellow campers mentioned that the Christchurch Symphony Orchestra was performing Jonathan Livingston Seagull that night. Was I interested?
So off we jogged, yes jogged, to the Christchurch Town Hall. Now a Town Hall sounds like a reasonably small venue, doesn’t it? However, the Christchurch Town Hall can, or could, seat 75 more patrons than the Sydney Opera House. Or were those Kiwis pulling my leg again? And after the show we ran back to our hotel in time to catch a bus out to the airport for our 0100 flight out of Christchurch.
Our early morning flight allowed me to catch an early morning train back to Warrnambool, about three hours from Melbourne. I remember it being rather surreal as when talking to locals our experience of the previous night was still fresh in my mind. I am sure no-one believed me when I said “Last night I saw a performance of Jonathan Livingston Seagull in Christchurch.”
These shots were taken at Point Richards at Port Arlington on the Bellarine Peninsula, yesterday, Friday, May 23.
My Johnathan is setting off over Port Philip Bay or the entrance to Corio Bay…also part of Port Phillip Bay.
The mountain in the background is the You Yangs which are situated between Melbourne and Geelong.
One last thing, these photos are best viewed at this size. A couple are definitely not fit for enlarging.
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