2/3/2019

Gradually the picture is taking shape. I look at the Dad's mane and remind myself it will look better when I have finished other areas and get back to it. Whiskers etc will all come later as well.
My little cub  is coming on, the base colours and tones are in. A little sorting out on the top of his head under dad's chin.


                                                                           

I watched the new Tarzan film this week and was transported back to Africa. No, I was not swinging through the trees on vines, or beating my chest like the gorillas do.


                                                                                     

We moved away  from Africa about 42 years ago, although we did have a couple of holidays out there whilst in England.
I only have to see a picture or hear some tribal music and I am transported back out there. 

  Part of me will always be out there.  Looking out onto the plains, the scent of the dry grasses on the plains waving as a golden ripple across the land.  The heat and the dust, I can feel it now.  Driving along the roads or tracks looking carefully for that hidden animal.
     

                           
                                                                                 

  The graceful giraffe strolling across. What magnificent creatures these are.

                                                                               

But keep a watchful eye out for the rhino, he can give you a nasty prick.

Can't a tired fellow get some rest. You try being up all night hunting.



                                                                                 

                                        

And if you chirp once more, it might be you last!!

No need to call in your feathered friends either, I am tired but I can still run!   I am now on the prowl.          

I have also been up all night with the cub, and I need a shut eye.

  The pungent smell from animals, a cough from a lion calling  out







 and the thunder of hooves as wildebeest  or zebras run past. Not to
   

                          forget the buffalo.

The trumpet call of an elephant and then the flap of the ears as one emerges from behind the thinnest of trees, how did it manage to hide the

All under the watchful eye of the sentry on duty.


Memories are there forever with me,and what a wonderful place to have been. Just maybe, one day I will get to go back again.

                                                               

Hope you enjoyed a little safari with me this week.

Take care and click on any picture to enlarge it.
See you all next time.