This weekend it has been HOT..and I mean real Africa hot..so I have, at least arranged the pots that were delivered from Upington, and have put all my herbs into the shabby old vine baskets that I found in the scrap yard.
Bee looking somewhat intimidating at dusk tonight. |
rectangular pots by the white pillars |
For the rest ,I have been catching up on admin in the cool of the air-co. This afternoon, Moses, who had been at the campong for the day, knocked on our window at 4.00pm, with one of his hugest smiles and a small creature dangling from a piece of twine around its neck.
At first I thought it was a baby meer cat, but no, its a small African or Cape Squirrel.
Rocket resting from her stoning. |
Bossy immediately grabbed it and untied the rope, much to Moses horror.."He bite you Bossy...he bite you".
The tiny squirrel was too shocked to do anything other than breath heavily and rest in Edwin hands.
I have some syringes and filled one with water and to Moses and Smallies amazement, the small creature took in drops of water and then allowed herself to be settled in a plastic box [like a hovis bread bin] we put some nuts and grasses in, along with a lump of that carpet underlay, felty stuff. I have covered the box with a cloth, and after several checks..Rocket, has snuggled down in the carpet underlay.
Big and I have decided to leave "HER", in the open braai room tonight, if she has enough strength to get out and escape on her own, then so be it. If she is still there in the morning then we shall have a rethink.
Pigs nipple pots by sunset! |
My selection of herbs, freshly planted in vine baskets, the blue bin has my salad leaves. |
"Daddy "size pots next to pool Mummy size pots next to guest rooms [Bee giving some dimension to then] |
1 comment:
I still can't get used to the size of the pots you bought. When you said big pots, I had no idea!!
Little Rocket is still with you I think,as I'm writing this somewhat later than you wrote it. I didn't know she had totally recovered.
Decision time nears, eh? Good luck on that one, sweetie.
Gerry
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