My first cat – Whiskers
Me (Janet) and Whiskers – late 19040’s
3 pals 70+ years ago
Son James holding the cat and his younger brother Andrew looking proud in his Wesley uniform – 1985


Remembering the busy weaver birds at Tsavo, halfway stop on our travels between Nairobi and the coast.

Something Over Tea

I have already devoted two posts to the Spectacled Weaver (Ploceus ocularis) yet cannot resist doing so again if only to highlight the joy I feel every time one visits my garden. Unlike the other weavers, this one retains its bright plumage throughout the year. It appears to prefer the tangled growth of the Cape honeysuckle that twines through other indigenous vegetation on the edge of the area I have set aside for the bird feeders. At first I have seen one only after the ‘breakfast rush’ is over, however, it has become bolder over the past three years and so I am featuring pictures of it venturing out into the open. Here it [there is actually a pair – I generally only see one at a time though] has ventured out of the bush to find a titbit to eat on the feeding tray. This is a…

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