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I almost can cannot handle it…….

It had been months of preparation and finally the truck had been packed up with all our worldly possessions. You could not squeeze another toothbrush into the back of the neatly tessellated boxes. We had managed to downsize somewhat and I felt relieved that the loot had reduced to a more manageable amount. I waved at the already familiar truck driver as he rounded the corner. He had a good 40 hours of driving ahead of him across Canada. Did I ever realise how big this place was before we got here?

Another box to add to the pile....

Another box to add to the pile….

 

I have been waiting for this moment……..

The relief was tangible and I felt the stress just tumble off my shoulders. Now all that was left was to organise Josh’s travels and the 2 cars. The vehicles were fetched that evening by 2 flatbed trucks. The drivers walked around the 2 clean immaculate passengers. Even ‘they’ had been prepared for their trip to the west coast! The drivers strutted around and rubbed at the dust marks on the body work. But I knew these 2 beauties were ready and scratchless and could be winched into place. From there they would be driven into a carrier and securely tied down. Our pool table was going to be slide in alongside the cars. Another thing to tick off the ‘to do’ list!

My Highlander graciously takes up her position....

My Highlander graciously takes up her position….

It is good to be alive round about now…..

At 5am the next morning Josh was collected. He gingerly jumped into his crate and settled down on his familiar soft blanket. He looked across at me knowingly. I assured him ‘that the trip was shorter this time round.’ The last of my packing was done. What a relief! The next few days would be spent with family and friends. It was bitter sweet to say goodbye. I suppose the reality of what you have meant to people and what they have meant to you only really hits home when you leave. I was very honoured and touched by the outpouring of emotion. I am so grateful to them for being part of my life over these last 5 years. We hope that Vancouver will be on their favourite list of vacation spots in the near future.

I think I have finally found my Hallelujah….

The call came in at the airport that the truck in which are cars were traveling had met with an accident. No one was hurt fortunately….. except the cars! In true Canadian fashion a moose had walked out across the road and the truck had swerved to avoid it. What are the chances? Oh well, they are after all, just vehicles. I will be most grateful if the second truck gets to us safely. Hopefully no moose migration is imminent over the next few days.

The culprit.....

The culprit…..

Somehow I fancy a little red low- slung number. On second thoughts maybe an orange one……we are after all empty nesters with no ‘real’ responsibilities!

I could get used to this……

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world....

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world….

 

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The water rustled as it rushed down past the nests and over red sandstone rocks. The sharp corners resisted the flow and the water bounced out as it tumbled into the clear dark pool below. The black eagle nests were perched right up close to the edge. The deceptive array of tumbled sticks was sure to have a soft lining of feathers for the family. It was the penthouse suite and ‘nogal’ a room with a view! The only urban nesting pair of these magnificent Black Eagles had chosen well and had the most breath taking view over the Magaliesberg Mountains. The mountains that I knew so well…..

Witpoortjie Falls, the domain of the black eagle.

Witpoortjie Falls, the domain of the black eagle.

Emoyeni (Upon the wind), the female was about 35 years old and had captured the heart of her toy boy, Thulane (The shy one). She had been taken in by this strong and silent type when her first husband had disappeared some years prior. She had pined for a respectable period and then resolutely went out and surveyed the local talent in the nearby Pilanesberg. His mysterious ways had won her over and they set up home next to the Witpoortjie Falls. What a vantage point over the valley with the added dimension of an ensuite bathroom too! Emoyeni and Thulane had raised many chicks out of the pile of sticks nest that perched on the edge of the rock face.  It stood as a testament to the brood that had once lived there. But their little angels had grown up and moved out. I gazed up at blue sky that framed this rocky outcrop. The parents were there, flying high up over their home. These ‘empty nesters’ appeared to be rejoicing in the warmth of the African sun.

A rare sighting.....

A rare sighting…..thanks to Judy Haechler for this photo.

 

I stood and stared as Thulane and Emoyeni swooped overhead with an acrobatic display of delight. What a sighting! I turned and watched them soar high above the Witpoortjie Falls. As they caught the thermals, I could feel my spirit soar alongside them.  They hovered carefree and motionless for a while, then down they plummeted across the rock face and up the other side. Those in the know maintain that this was their courtship dance.

It was both elegant and had the required romance. Emoyeni was in her sleek little black number accompanied by the dapper Thulane in his best bib and tucker! There is bound to be the flutter of tiny black wings at the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens soon. Gone are the carefree days to be replaced by pyjama drill escapades into the nearby mountains to keep the hungry mouths fed. It is the circle of life……

There is a constant to watching nature and the creatures that inhabit our world.  I am always mindful of the things that remain in sequence when I return to South Africa for a visit. It gives comfort when one faces the obvious changes that have occurred while I have been away.

 

 

 

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