I was treated to an aerial display of note today. A black sparrowhawk was chasing a dove amongst the trees just outside my window. The dove was flying for its life and the sparrowhawk was in hot pursuit, banking and veering like a fighter jet. The speed was amazing and the dove evaded its predator and disappeared into the bushes to live another day. The sparrowhawk hovered overhead, its legs hanging, claws extended,looking down at me as if to say, what are you looking at? It went back to its perch in the tree and sulked for a while before flying off on another hunting attempt.
The first bokbaai vygies have burst out of their buds, making a tiny splash of iridescent pink in the garden, and the heady scent of the freesias has started to waft through the air.
As I write this, there is an ominous thump on the roof and I know the baboons are here again. I look out of the window and the alpha male has just hopped over the wall from the neighbour, bearing half a loaf of bread which he is eating on the lawn. The rest of the troop can't be far behind. They gave a splendid display of agility the other day as they shinned up and down the drainpipes and swung from the gutters while the adults munched quietly on a few containers of birdseed filched from the garden next door. Looks like I won't be planting any vegetables again this year.
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