It’s a Duiker. A COMMON Duiker.

Yes it is.

I’ve been setting up a camera trap in the garden for the last week, hoping to ‘catch’ the serval that obviously visits us on a regular basis.  Thus far, the camera trap has succeeded in taking photos of me putting up the camera… and me taking down the camera.  But last night, it got a duiker!  Duikers are very common.  It’s even in their name.  ‘COMMON Duiker.’

Why this fairly pointless post? Because I should be WRITING.  And the last time I picked up my computer to write, I wrote something like,  “I’m glad my dead friends aren’t leaves, because i’d eat them all before we even got home in the taxi.”  Needs context.  You’ll have to buy my book for that.

Photos By Trail Camera

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It Begins With an Owl

Because it has to begin somewhere.

This morning I snapped a photo of this irate marsh owl.  Photographing owls is a fabulous distraction from other things I should be doing right now.  I need to be polishing off my book and having it ready for publication in a few weeks.  But owls are easier.

Owls have huge eyes.  Huge eyes = tiny brain.  Tiny brain = no intelligence.  No intelligence = no worries.  No responsibilities.

I’m having an owl day.

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Marsh Owl. July 17, 2013.