When we were living in the Netherlands, we loved to go to the zoo and watch the weaver birds making their nests. Now that we live in Africa, it’s a blessing to see these birds in our garden! This picture, however, was taken in the National Zoological Gardens in Pretoria, South Africa – we still love going to the zoo.
Last weekend, a colleague found an owl hanging in a tree. It was strung up by its wings. Later in the day it was gone. Yesterday, we discovered this barn owl sitting in a tree. It was obviously weak and its wing was hanging by its side. Fortunately we got in touch with a someone with some experience in rescuing birds. He was able to catch it and take it to his home to care for it. After drinking and eating, the owl looks much better. Its wing is still hurt, but doesn’t seem to be broken. We hope that with rest and care the owl can be released back into the wild!
I’m happy that we were able to do something for this animal. But a concern remains: Why would someone hang a living owl up in a tree? That just seems very cruel. This situation reminded me of a quote by Albert Schweitzer that a teacher in religious education once taught me: “I am life which wants to live amidst of lives that want to live.” Let’s treat both people and living creatures with reverence!
One of the common birds in our garden is the African yellow white-eye. I love the bright yellow color!
One of my favorite African birds: the greater blue-eared glossy starling. Such magnificent colors, changing from green to blue to purple depending on the light.
Photo taken in South Luangwa National Park, Zambia
Is the morning cold and grey where you are? Do you have a bad-hair-day? Are you struggling to find the inspiration to start the new week? I know how you feel.
My antidote today is this beautiful Lilac-breasted Roller. There is my color and warmth – and who cares about hair if you’ve got colors like that! So let’s get this week started…
This must be one of the most magical moments I’ve experienced during a game drive: two Southern yellow-billed hornbills at dawn, bowing their heads synchronously toward the rising sun.