That’s not a bird

Each of the wines at the Constantia Uitsig (approximately pronounced “Ate-Suck”) (we were there recently) just down the road comes with an associated bird.
This goes for the wines made from their homegrown grapes, e.g.:

…and the ones made from grapes that are grown elsewhere and then blended and bottled at the vineyard e.g.:

Why? Well, it demonstrates their green credentials:

Everyone working on the farm embodies a strong ethos of taking good care of animals, and everyone understands the importance of the wildlife on the farm. Constantia Uitsig is home to a wide array of indigenous birds and animals. For this reason, we have chosen to use the birds found on the farm to represent our wines, with each wine having its own bird representing it.

Bit gimmicky, perhaps, but I have no problem with wine farmers looking after the environment as much as is possible (given that they are growing grapes). I mean, let’s face it: they could be doing all this without considering the environment at all. And that would be less good.

I do have a bit of an issue with their choice of bird for the Sémillon*, though. That’s because they’ve gone for the Orange-breasted Mousebird.

And that doesn’t exist.

But not only is it on the tasting notes:

It’s also on the website:

And then they’ve doubly doubled-down on the “Show Me The Bird**” click through:

Argh!

The bird in question is, of course, and Orange-breasted Sunbird (Anthobaphes violacea).

Here’s one having a bath in our back garden:

The plants in the background? No idea. I just do birds.

And that little “mouse”/”sun” difference might not seem like a big thing, but what this bird isn’t is an Orange-breasted Mousebird.

Look, they are clearly going to get away with it (and have been doing for the past n years), because their visitors mainly come from overseas, they don’t know about birds, and no-one is as nerdy as me. But this is just wrong. I could point it out to them, but they’d likely come back with something like:

“Well, yes, you’re right, but our visitors mainly come from overseas, they don’t know about birds, and no-one is as nerdy as you.”

Which are all fair points.

But it’s just wrong, and if they were to do a survey of their local bird population, then they’d find that their Orange-breasted Mousebird numbers were dramatically low. Like… zero.

Can something be described as extinct if it never even existed in the first place? I don’t think so.

As ever, I don’t expect anything to come of this blog post. But it does feel good to have got it off my chest.

Which is not orange.

* For the record, I have no issue with the wine, which is lovely.
** New York wineries must never use this approach.

Summer rains

Good news for the farmers amongst us. Some (or more) good rain expected over the next two weeks.

I don’t want to ruin anyone’s summer, but we always knew that a bit of dampness was always going to be more likely this time around:

And I have no problem with some free water for the garden and the dams. We got a whole 1mm on Saturday, and 5mm the Tuesday before that. I’ve been doing some rudimentary calculations, and I make that 6mm over the last few days. Not bad, but we could always do with a bit more: Cape Town’s dam levels are down to 62% – nothing to panic about, but we’d obviously much rather that they were a bit higher.

That said, I’m still not quite prepared to give up on summer just yet, so if we can have some lovely hot days in between the forecasted showers, that will also be good.

Moon on a stick stuff, I know. But if you don’t ask, you don’t get.

Prinia

Better day today, but that has meant a lot of catching up with stuff that didn’t get done yesterday: shopping, cleaning, exercise etc etc. So I still don’t have a lot of time before the football.

Step forward then, a quota of a Karoo Prinia from Kirstenbosch last year:

Some might say that the Pelargonium spp. leaves on the right are a bit much, but I quite like the balance they give the bird and the dry, brown sticks on the left.

More? Tomorrow.

Off day

A moody morning. Not just the weather, which was concerningly autumnal, but also me, waking up with a horrible headache and no energy.

Fortunately, “grey, cold and windy” only really described the weather.

Mostly.

Plans for an energetic, exercise-filled day had to be shelved. I did force myself into getting a few small jobs done, just so that the day wasn’t entirely wasted, but in the end, I gave up early and went back to bed.

“Listen to your body,” they said. And my body had had enough of today by lunchtime.