Today is a day for relaxing in the shade of the coprosma, either with a good book or, if you're like me, looking up to see what's happening overhead. The danger of being pooped on by a prinia or a chattering flock of Cape white-eyes has passed, as the berries have all been eaten, with only a few remaining, raisin-like, on the twigs overhead. (And just to prove me wrong, one little white-eye has alighted to tease me with its preference for dried fruit!)
Dozens of swallows are snatching up myriad insects, for which we are truly grateful, and it's a pleasurable sight to see them swooping so effortlessly and freely with such joyous abandon. A light aircraft buzzes by, seeming clumsy and out of place among such graceful flight. A helicopter, looking just like a flying tadpole, joins the melee, carrying passengers to marvel at the Peninsula in all its beauty. There is no doubt that an aerial view is the best, which gives me a great idea that will come to fruition all in good time.
Beside me, little Cleo is munching on some roots. I have strong suspicions that she is a vegetarian doggie, as she eats just about anything in the garden and particularly enjoys digging up roots. She has something in common with the porcupine, as both also enjoy a bit of a chew on a hosepipe. Apart from her munching, all is peaceful in paradise.
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