Here at Frog & Fern swallows soar in low cloud and our resident Bush shrike whistles “ooooooooo-up” among splendid Msasa trees. Our rains have come.
Mzanje fruit lie thick and sweet among the leaves feeding chongololos, birds, butterflies, people and horses. Paradise Flycatchers dominate the garden with delightful flight and frenzied, cheering song.
And today quietly stalking in lower layers of bush is my most magical creature, the Chameleon. From early childhood I loved him as much as I loved frogs. This little dinosaur who changes his tone and looks all around with swiveling eyes has to remain vigilant every moment for the Bush Shrike will make a meal of him and the Raven will scoop him up for breakfast. I heard a man yell in fright last evening…he was staring through his binoculars when he felt a rather startling sensation on his foot! A snake? Oh no, just a gentle chameleon on the hunt. Our guest laughed in comic relief – to think that he caught such a “SKRIK” from this lowly, steady little chap making quiet progress across his toes.
My heart sings when I see one of these creatures – it means he has survived the terrible fire season, he has survived the drought, loss of habitat on a massive scale and endless numbers of humans who persecute him over ignorant superstition. He cannot run, he can but blend as best he can…he is the master of blending. This patient, fabulous creature of a green earth lives in my garden…how very blessed I am.