On the dog walks, I am seeing quite a bit of wildlife. This evening I saw a fox – I thought it was a cat a first, but by the time I had the camera ready, it had disappeared.
Possums are easier to catch – they just pop up a tree and then watch.
The bird life lets you get a little closer, but I need to take the big camera to catch them properly.
The one bit of wildlife that did not run away is very familiar. I remember this from a French book translated into English that I read when I was ten. It was responsible for the death of the old king. Anyone else recognise it?
Great to hear on June 4 that you are at the Murray River. John and Ray&Terry had Thai dinner.
The book is Babar the Elephant .
A most scary peculiar book: “In the great forest a little elephant is born. His name is Babar. His mother loves him very much. She rocks him to sleep with her trunk singing softly to him.”
He had a son called Alexander. The king elephant dies from eating a bad mushroom. Babar becomes the monarch of the Elephantland utopia. Alexander becomes prince. Prime Minister is Cornelius King Babar and Queen Celeste go for a balloon ride. The book justifies Africa colonialism.