It's been a magnificent day in Kommetjie. The sea is mirror-like, with the sun glittering off the wakes of the fishing boats going to and fro. A small pod of humpback whales seems to have taken up residence off the island, and every day I watch them flapping their tails and smacking them down on the water amid great splashing and plumes of spray. The lack of wind has been a treat, but tomorrow will be bringing another taste of winter storms and snow, they say. Seems hard to believe as the cloudless sky darkens in the west, crepuscular rays adorning the horizon in a last defiant blaze of orange, melting into dusk.
The sacred ibis have just passed overhead, and strangely, no other bird has called this evening. I have a feeling they are avoiding the kitties, who are now showing a very hunter-like interest in anything that moves in a tree.
The first picture is of Biggles in fine form just prior to his falling off the balcony. I heard the desperate scrabbling and looked out to see Mango peering over the edge to see whether her brother was alright. Of course I rushed down to see, and I think his pride is injured, as he scuttled up a tree and is sitting sulking there in the dark.
This picture is of Mango reigning supreme on the railing (taken with a flash as it's dark now), waiting for Biggles to come back inside. That is where he fell from. Lucky it wasn't the dog.
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