Fun with the Canon

Wild garlic (Tubaghia spp) are spectacular in huge swarths as I have here against my west facing-wall in summer. At the end of the bedding is a most rewarding shrub: the Pride of De Kaap (Bauhenia galpinii) which flowered for almost nine months

One beautiful afternoon in February (mid-summer in South Africa), the whole family was visiting here at our home. My younger daughter-in-law, Amanda asked if she could photograph the garden with my Canon. She loves to play around with the different features on the camera and I'm always amazed and pleased with the beautiful images she comes up with.

My post today is about this day and a selection of her takes on my garden.

In the foreground of this photo, is the Pride of India (Lagerstromia indica), not indigenous, as can be ascertained from the name. Here it was at the height of its glory
Lily spp - also not the indigenous kind but it grows so prolifically in the Free State providing colour during the whole summer. Amanda used the macro feature for this shot
A candid capture of a happy little lad watering his Gran's garden!
Amanda experimented with various shutter speeds for the photos of the fountain above and below
A -M -A- Z- I- N -G
A beautiful summer

All photo credits: Amanda Hedges

Container Garden in the Winter

The container garden John and I planted up in November last year
The same container garden in July this year

Towering above all the other succulents, is this Aloe spp. It is boasting with a spectacular bloom

Early in the summer, John and I planted up a container for the patio leading up to the entrance of my home. You can read about this here.

This past month, the plants have excelled themselves; the only aloe growing to enormous heights and sporting a beautiful flower.

An Unusual Guest in my Garden

An escaped budgie who's become a regular in my garden this winter

In yesterday's post (here) I mentioned that John had called me to come and see the "parrot" (their name for it) had arrived again. Three weeks ago, John came running into the kitchen to tell me that he and David had spotted a strange bird. I regularly take my bird book out and show both the gardeners plates of birds of interest which we have in the garden. (See my post of a juvenile Diederik here) As it's winter now, and not many "different" birds visit us at this time, I was not sure what to expect. Following John out to behind the garage where David was standing under a leaf-less plum tree and pointing upwards. it took me a minute to see what the men were so excited about. With John also pointing upwards and saying "mane"(Sesotho for "there") I eventually spotted the bird. It was a bright blue budgie!

I explained to the gardeners that this bird had escaped from a cage in someone's house. I couldn't think whose pet it could be, but told the men to leave it alone. It might fly back to it's owners home or, if it was still outdoors at nightfall, it would probably die from exposure.

I had all but forgotten about this little bird, when last week John knocked on the office window and told me to come quickly. The "parrot" had returned and was sitting in a tree in the big garden. Armed with my camera, I crept up to the tree John pointed to, and sure enough, there was the same little budgie sitting on the branch amongst the other wild birds. I could hear his melodious swizzling song above that of the Cape White Eyes, Southern Masked Weavers, White Browed Sparrow Weavers and Cape Sparrows. I was amazed; how had he survived? We had been experiencing some very cold nights in the past two weeks, yet he here he was, looking quite fit and well.

Later that afternoon, as I walked past the guest room window, I saw that the budgie had descended to the ground and was pecking away amongst the other birds, obviously filling/fuelling up for the long night ahead. I've been in a bit of a dilema. What do I do about this bird. I feel terribly sorry for it but at the same time, admire its courage at making the best of its new life.

The budgie pecking on the grass with the wild birds in my garden

I sent the photos off to a very good friend of ours in Port Elizabeth who has caged budgies and canaries in their home. He replied to my e-mail that having this little bird survive outdoors in my garden is amazing but also very sad. He didn't think it would survive a really cold spell which we always expect in August. He suggested I contact someone to come and catch it and cage it. I do know of one gentleman who has a bird aviary in town. I might go and ask his opinion. If this bird has escaped from his cages, he'd probably be able to come to my garden, call it and have it fly into his hand.


My friend also told me an almost unbelievable story of a friend of his who was fishing off the rocks at the beach. Suddenly he spotted a tiny but brightly-coloured bedraggled bundle in the swirling waters below his feet. He reached down and scooped up a half-drowned budgie. He dried it, took it home and within days it was right as rain. He called it Jonah and it lived for may years in a cage in his home.
After a few more minutes of photographing the budgie and its new friends, I wandered camera in hand, through my garden. The late afternoon sun was warm and the shadows made my brown, almost bare garden look soft and inviting. Imagine my delight when I spotted a resident pair of Hadeda Ibis strutting along the bottom of my garden.
I approached quietly and managed to get a few good photos of the larger of the two birds, which is the male. while the female slunk out of sight along the garden wall. Here (above) he even stopped and posed for me.

Eventually something alarmed him and with a raucous call, he flew up over the trees and into the distance.

For more on My World Tuesday and Pet Pride, click here and here. respectively.