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After a three-year absence, the Cape Batis (Batis capensis) returns to the garden! I saw two. This one is a female. I glimpsed the other, but I hope it is a male. How thrilled I would be were they to nest here in August!
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Here, a copse of pine fumes with mist atop a ridge of the Little River Mountains whilst there, a final puff lingers upon a rugged peak. Below, the Little River itself is all but a mirror in the stillness. Modest are the joys of the Overberg in the arms of the South African autumn.
Timorously developing the rough lines of the “Rains and Roads” poetic sketch, here and there, a promising phrase emerges—like the very sunlight through clouds they describe. The poem muses upon a moment not unlike the one I include here, photographed in late spring, 2018. (So bright was the sun that the iPhone camera could not bear it!) I suspect “Rains and Roads” will be a single stanza to echo the transience of the scene. Indeed, nothing worthy comes to mind for a second stanza just yet.
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