Time out. We’re heading down to Agulhas for the long weekend for a bit of this during the day:
And, quite possibly, some of this in the evenings:
There will be meat, walks, wine, beer, photography and relaxation.
unFortunately for you, there will also be blogging.
I’d hate to let you down.
I’ve been here a long time now. Almost 30% of my life. But I still get a childish kind of excitement when I spot stuff that, as a child, I would only have seen in a zoo. And by this, I mean wild stuff. Not stuff in a zoo. Because you’d expect to see that in a zoo anyway. No, I’m talking about baboons, penguins, whales (no, I’ve never seen a whale in a zoo), flamingos, ostriches, snakes, mongeeses, and yes, pelicans.
This isn’t my photo. I was emailed it. Sadly, I’m fairly sure that it isn’t the photo of the person that emailed me either. So credit to the Unknown Photographer. Nice work.
Pelicans, for the record, are large. Big, chunky birds which do a lot of soaring. You can see them in Cape Town on the in-this-case-ever-so-slightly-misnamed Flamingo Vlei in (Uns)Table View and, if you’re lucky on the Black River between Obs and the M5. The locals are Great White Pelicans (Pelecanus onocrotalus) (and nothing to do with the sharks) whereas the ones above with their pink beaks and thin black line under their wings are, I think, Australian Pelicans (Pelecanus conspicillatus).
And of course, when speaking of pelicans, one should always quote Dixon Lanier Merritt:
A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I’ll be darned if I know how the hellican?
Yep. Big beaks. And those Aussies above have the biggest of all.
The record-sized bill was 50cm (20″) long.
Half a metre of beak. And that’s mainly keratin, just like your hair and nails, and just like a rhino’s horn.
Yikes. No-one tell the poachers…
Here are those photos from the aquarium. I’m calling this one “Fish As Art”, because it reminds me of people looking at paintings (or rather one big painting) on the wall of an art gallery.
And I like it. But the favourite of the bunch has to be Yoshi the flying turtle with the winter sunlight dappling across her shell.
Most of this afternoon was spent at Kenilworth Racecourse, watching the racehorsing.
The last race was especially fun. I won rather a lot of money, which was quite unexpected, but ever so welcome.
On an unexpectedly wet day in Cape Town, when I’d rather be doing most anything rather than writing up reports on experiments, it seems like a good time to relive the fjords twixt Flåm and Bergen. Amazing to think that this was only two months ago.
As I was remarking just yesterday: I’ve been lucky enough to have done Norway, the UK and Mauritius in the last few weeks, but suddenly find myself without any future travel plans. That would never have been a problem before, but suddenly, I feel the need to get out of here.
That may be down to the rain and the experiment reports though.