Its one night before the full moon, and the
land is lit up the sweetest silver. Gorgeous is out on the bare patch of earth
in front of the cottage, soaking up the moonlight, independent and slightly wild.
Whilst cooking my dinner earlier I heard what
could only be a lion grunting – a bit like the after roar sound but not quite.
It seems to loud and resonant through the earth to be a wildebeest, and my
guess is its Nebu out there full moon hunting, whispering for her brothers.
Usually she roars for them, a soft low roar full of yearning.
All the little animals are emerging – this
morning I saw tiny impala lambs with their huge eyes, so sweet and curious.
Justice reported today that the first wildebeest calf had been born, and we all
hope the lions don’t get it. I would love to see the new warthog – they are
just the cutest things. A few weeks ago I saw the jackal pups and their proud
mama – they were exceedingly charming with their large ears and curious sorties
towards Lorenzo, my silver VW Golf.
Last night what had to be a young hyena
crossed my path – it was dusk and the way he loped off down the road, black
tail sweeping the air behind him, from his posture it had to be a hyena.
Tonight I sat in the gentle moonlight as
Gorgeous preened and scratched, her back to me (if I approach her she stalks
off, if I don’t give her attention she’s all over me!) So I sang to her, my
voice sweet and low tonight, a liquid night, I sang her a song that might come
out of Ireland:
Oh Gorgeous, my Gorgeous
Come closer tonight.
Oh Gorgeous, my Gorgeous
Under the moonlight.
She didn’t come closer, but then the lion
grunted and the hyena joined in and I felt satisfied that I joined the bushveld
choir in such delicious synchronity.
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| Gorgeous on the altar, no doubt making important adjustments. |
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| Does she have any idea how adorable she is? |
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