I LOVE SITTING …

I love sitting in a particular spot in our front garden where I am sheltered from the hot summer sun while I keep an eye on the bird feeders and can look out towards the side garden.

This is a special place where I can breathe in the fresh air, listen to the bird calls and – occasionally look up at the tangle of branches above me and spot one of the three Common Fiscals that visit the garden daily.

Sometimes, once the main flurry of visiting birds is over, a Southern Boubou might appear without a sound to see what food is on offer. These birds feed on the ground too and make good use of the bird bath not far away.

The hanging bird feeder attracts a variety of visitors. Here are Village Weavers and Streaky-headed Seedeaters, while on the path in the background you can see three African Hoopoes.

Now and then I gasp quietly in surprise when an unusual visitor turns up – like the Cape Glossy Starling.

Sitting for a while in this part of the garden is something I do every day. It might be while I am having breakfast; I could be enjoying a cup of tea; or it might simply be because I enjoy watching the setting rays of the afternoon sun highlight the top of the Natal Fig growing to the right of where I usually sit.

I love sitting out here and will miss this garden: the sounds of it, the smell of it; the peace it blankets me with; the surprises it holds; as well as its wild beauty. Before the year is out we will probably have moved to a much smaller place with a postage stamp-sized garden, where new discoveries will have to be made …

7th FEBRUARY 2026: SATURDAY MORNING BIRDS

The weather has been working up to 34℃ outside since early this morning. The Real Feel is 37℃ because of the humidity. All this means that it is not a great day for sitting outside to watch birds in our garden. I filled the bird baths as the contents evaporate very quickly in this heat; filled the nectar feeder for that had been emptied since I filled it yesterday afternoon; scattered crushed mealies on the ground; filled the hanging feeders with fine seed; and placed some cut apples on the spikes of the flat feeder placed in the fork of the tree. The feeders were still in shadow when I sat nearby with my toast and coffee for breakfast.

Given the heat, even then, it is not surprising that I didn’t record many avian visitors. I didn’t spend more than half an hour outside anyway as the sun rose quickly enough above the trees to put an end to my shadowy haven. These are the birds I saw:

Bar-throated Apalis
Black-eyed Bulbul (Dark-capped Bulbul)
Black-headed Oriole
Cape White-eye
Laughing Dove
Lesser-striped Swallow
Olive Thrush
Red-eyed Dove
Red-winged Starling
Southern Masked Weaver
Village Weaver

I didn’t have my camera with me, so you may have seen some of these images before. Let me tell you about some of these birds.

Red-eyed Doves were quick to arrive. Two of them flew down from the height of the Erythrina affra trees to perch in the branches above where the seed had been scattered on the ground. They still hadn’t come down to eat by the time I had left, although I saw them through a window later eating seed quite happily in the company of the Laughing Doves. The latter tend to muster together before one is brave enough to fly down to try out the seed. The others then flutter down very quickly. Their motto seems to be that there’s safety in numbers!

There have been several Red-winged Starlings around lately. So many, that a neighbour complained recently that they appeared to have usurped the presence of the African Green Pigeons. This all has to do with the availability of food, really. Anyhow, they were quick to fly down to assess the quality of the fruit I had put out – took a few bites and returned to the sky to join a flock circling around the garden.

This summer – so far – has not been a particularly good one for seeing weavers, although there is an almost completed weaver nest in our front garden. Southern-masked Weavers have been seen more regularly, along with the Village Weavers – one of which is shown below.

A pair of Bar-throated Apalises daily make their raucous way through the shrubs and bushes in the garden, while the Lesser-striped Swallows grace the sky or perch on a wire in our back garden. I never tire of watching the antics of the Olive Thrushes: they often spear something from the feeding tray and take it off to eat elsewhere, or busy themselves turning over dry leaves to find something to eat underneath.

Black-headed Orioles and Black-eyed (Dark-capped) Bulbuls enjoy eating the fruit. They prefer coming when there is less of a crowd, although are not shy to give another bird a shove if they feel they have been waiting for too long.

The really shy ones are the Cape White-eyes. I hear them chatting to each other high above my head and see them at a distance flitting through the spekboom and other shrubs. It is usually only once the feeders are quite free of other birds that they visit either the fruit or the nectar feeder. For the sharp-eyed, don’t be concerned: I last coloured the water (ignorantly so) years ago and haven’t done so since. I happen to like this picture though:

WHAT OUR HILLS ARE MADE OF

The hills rising above Grahamstown – a road running along the top is called Mountain Drive – are called the Rietberge.

Driving down the winding Woest Hill Pass leading towards Southwell and the coast near Port Alfred, it is interesting to see what the cuttings expose of what lies underneath the rounded hills covered with grass and patches of natural forest.

The tilted layers of rock suggest movement aeons ago; of dipping and lifting; perhaps being covered by water and being raised high above it.

Here is a view of the pass from above.

DECEMBER DONKEYS

December proved to be a good time to see donkeys roaming through the suburban streets of the town where I live. It is a quiet time of the year as many people go away for the short summer holiday, reducing the traffic and allowing an air of tranquility to settle over the town. I opened my back gate to find these two donkeys grazing on the verge – they nearly walked inside, but I closed the gate very quickly!

A few days later, there were two more visitors at the back gate. Note the black metal refuse cage on the pavement in the background. This was made by our neighbour for us to put our rubbish bags in for weekly collection so that the donkeys that roam the area won’t break them open and scatter the contents. As one neighbour described the situation earlier this week: shortly before the refuse truck had arrived, donkeys had torn apart our bags and strewn the contents on the grass.

This has been a good time of the year for the birth of foals. Seeing an almost pure white one is unusual – this one and its mother hung around Worcester Street in Westhill for a week or two.

A small group of donkeys were roaming about the streets in the Oatlands area. You can see jacaranda blossoms on the tree behind them.

I once counted fourteen donkeys in a herd together. I will end with a ‘mother and child’ portrait taken in Hill 60.

You can see some of the Rhodes University buildings peeping through on the right.

A REVIEW OF 2025

Here is a typical suburban street in the town where I live. The grass verges attract both donkeys and cattle and the potholes (the dark patch in the road is where one has recently been filled in) often provide temporary baths for birds as well as ‘sipping holes’ for the thirsty animals.

A cow with most impressive horns (now nicknamed The Texas Cow) came marching down another street – with a Cattle Egret in attendance.

Equally impressive is this Nguni-patterned bull, also with splendid looking horns.

As this year, my twelfth year of blogging, draws to a close I have peeked at the countries from which the most views have come:

South Africa

United States

Australia

India

Canada

It is with some surprise that I note the top five posts of the year are

My brush with corporal punishment – have readers wondered what trouble I got into?

White spotted fruit chafer – perhaps this is a widely spread pest.

Blackjacks – although this post relates to weeds, perhaps it initially appeals to gamblers.

The demise of Nesquik

Errant cow

On this note I wish all my readers an interesting and happy year ahead.