Here are photos of my cute granddaughter Sienna when she visited us in South Africa In 2012. We went to an Italian restaurant and in her unexpected ‘role‘ as chef, she was thrilled to be able to make her own pizza. She first had to ‘roll’ out the dough.
It was an exciting experience for her, being able to add her own toppings.
She declared the finished masterpiece very yummy.
It’s really good at the moment to look back through travel photos which bring back happy memories. Wishing you all a relaxing Sunday.
Debbie’s ‘One Word Sunday-Gaggle’ reminded me of our Antarctic trip for our 50th Anniversary four years ago. The sheer number of penguins to be seen as our ship neared the shore was quite mind-boggling and I think certainly qualifies as a ‘Gaggle’.
A little closer and we got a better perspective.
Actually the collective noun for a group of penguins is really ‘a waddle’ for obvious reasons.
My sister Yvonne in South Africa, sent me this photo of a juvenile crowned eagle in her back garden.
In its unusually large talons is one of the baby dassies whose family lives under the garden shed, so no happy new year for him. When my sister first saw a couple of these furry little rodents in her garden, she thought how sweet they were, so started feeding them. After a very short while they sent word to their family and friends that there was a kind human who was giving out free food and that they were all invited. It didn’t take long before the whole tribe arrived in her garden and they very quickly discovered a thriving vegetable patch with lots of juicy morsels just there for the taking and started to strip it bare. Then the eagle arrived and provided a solution to the problem.
Wishing you all a safe, healthy and happy new year. Thank you so much for your visits and comments. I appreciate each one of you.
Back in 2016, I posted photos of a great-horned owl looking at me from a palm tree outside my bathroom window. I named him Bubo, short for his fancy name which is ”Bubo Virginianus’. Apart from the two sightings four years ago, i haven’t seen him since, but this week I heard an unmistakable hooting coming from a palm tree in my backyard, “Hoo Hoo Hoooooo” he called, as distinct from Santa who says, “Ho Ho Hoooo”.
I’m sure it must be the same owl and he looks much more mature now. The oldest great-horned owls are known to have lived to twenty-six years. I love that wise, unflinching stare of his. I think he was telling me to hurry up and get the photo before his patience ran out. Ah yes, wisdom and patience is something we have all needed this year for sure.
Debbie’s ‘One Word’ for this Sunday is ‘Red’. After my donkey’s whatchamacallit for a previous challenge, I decided to stay in Morocco for a while longer. Here are the taxicabs outside the Medina in Fez. The red ones are called Petit Taxis and can carry three passengers with room for luggage on the roof.
Red is a popular colour in Morocco. The red background of the flag represents hardiness, bravery, strength and valour. We were told that this was a welcoming reception for the king who was expected to arrive shortly for some traditional event.
With the really strong winds we’ve been having in Florida, it was only a matter of time until the leaning palm tree in our backyard, toppled over, fortunately towards the lake and not the house.
Annie Anhinga was the first wild resident to discover it and it soon became a favourite spot for drying her wings in the sunshine.
Next up was Woody wood stork, who also liked to pose there for the odd photo.
I’m happy to report that the Iguana Control guy hasn’t done a very thorough job of ridding our neighbourhood of Iggys, and was delighted to see that a young, bright-green one had also found his way onto the palm trunk for a quick shot, but only with my camera.
In only a few days, the garden service came along with their chainsaw to chop up the tree and cart it away. Annie, Woody and Iggy returned the next morning, only to find that their newfound perch had vanished. I felt quite sad and would have liked to explain to them, but unfortunately they don’t speak English.
Wishing you all a great weekend. Stay safe everyone. (Since updating the software on my Apple watch, it informs me every morning, “You have no events.” Sounds about right.)
Debbie’s fun theme this Sunday, ‘Whatchamacallit’, brought to mind something I saw when strolling around the medina of Fez in Morocco. The only form of transport allowed in the busy market are donkeys and mules, so to keep the ground clean and hazard-free for us humans, the animals are required to wear a ‘Whatchamacallit’ on their hindquarters. Can you think of a better name for it?
Wishing you all a happy Sunday wherever you may be.