The intruders

These are the creatures that bug my dog, Vida, the most.

They have the temerity to land or creep into HER garden without the slightest respect or fear.

The cat lives next door and does what cats do best: stare, and tease her. It either sits on or walks casually along the boundary wall knowing perfectly well that all she can do is whine and make pathetic attempts at jumping after it. Or it sits on my car driving her crazy with its promixity but all she can do is stand with front legs on the bumper, wailing, begging it to come play.

And the hadedas. Oh the blasted nasty dirty hadedas that I hate with a passion. After much screeching and loud fluttering on nearby roofs they land clumsily and boorishly to begin their lazy pecking. Vida watches them from a safe distance until I see them, at which point I make hissing sounds and she’s off like a bat out of hell. One of them once shat all over her as it flew away but that hasn’t stopped me from continuing with the encouraging hissing. If she ever catches one I will hang it from the verandah roof as an example to all the others.

And now the latest arrivals, the guinea fowls. Poor little things, they’re sweet and I like them, but I feel so sorry that we’ve built up their habitat and forced them to roam the urban streets like lost homeless souls.  I once ran like a mad thing up and down an offramp on the M3 trying to help a mommy get all her babies off the road before they could get killed (they were struggling to get over the high curb, but it was a lost cause: the more I pushed into the bushes, the more they fell out again,and mommy did not trust my intentions).

They don’t often come into the garden but this poor soul sounded a bit lost tonight, he cried and cried on the neighbours roof, and I had to take this photo from indoors because every time I went outside he retreated further away. And as tired as Vida was after her walk, she still gave a good go of telling it whose garden this is.

Save your energy for the hadedas, Vida, that’s one refugee from KZN we don’t need.

About Francoise Armour

I run a small touring company (Tours du Cap) at the bottom of Africa, to show visitors the beauty and vibrant culture of the country I have lived in since my parents brought me here from France as a child. I enjoy taking photos and wish I had learnt to do it properly. I enjoy writing but don't do enough of it. I enjoy walking in the mountains that surround me and I marvel over the views and the flowers and the amazing rock formations. I have a small, cute, clever, black dog of indeterminable breed, named Vida, who reminds me regularly that walking and getting out is not only for when tourists want it.

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