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Our painted wolf is the most dramatic dog in the world. Like their distant cousins in the frigid North, they’re superb pack hunters. Even at this early age, they learn to work together as the most lethal mammalian hunting team there is. Unfortunately, they have no resistance against canine distemper that inevitably spreads among them from domestic dogs - wiping out entire packs at a stroke and reducing the numbers of this apex predator to a handful. Perhaps one day they’ll figure out a genetic vaccine that can be passed down from mother to pup. This is an old one from December 2012.

My acoustic got its annual restringing. I had to go a gauge lighter and was pleased to find there was still a wound G. See on acoustic, lighter strings are pretty meaningless for most people. If the guitar is set up right, it’s no effort at all to depress them the millimetre or so you need to get them down in good contact with the fret. That’s not to say beginners don’t struggle with barre chords, but as you get the technique it needs very little effort. With electrics you bend strings and use a lot of heavy vibrato. So then light strings make a big difference and the last thing most people want is a wound G. But I like the sound and feel of a wound G finger picking on an acoustic. It’s nice to have the thicker string and the different resonance. ...

@withoutaleaf in her office with her colleagues, Mr. Crumb and Trinket, doing script timings.

#balconybirds No.4 The Cape Bulbul. Distinguishable from other Bulbuls (or Greenbuls, I should say. I think they’re all called Greenbulls now) by it’s white eye-ring. These are fun little birds. Busy as heck foraging about in small groups. In fact, about 30 minutes after taking this two sat up on the line and were being incredibly sweet - the one grooming the other’s neck in the golden light. Of course my battery would die then. And of course I’d find the other was uncharged…

#balconybirds no.3. The Red-Winged Starling. This is a magic bird. From this angle you can’t see its dashing brick-red flight feathers that give it its name. This is one smart bird. Outside our old house I’d hear them give their special growling alarm call when our cats went out - to warn their foraging spouse and child that they’d spotted a predator. They hang about in these family groups. Males, like this. Females with their grey head. And the youngster who may look just like the parents but just hangs about waiting for handouts. It’s a cliff bird. Like many cliff birds including the European Rock Pigeon that’s ubiquitous worldwide, it’s adapted easily to the edifices of human cities. And being a great deal cleverer than pigeons, they’re not constantly being run over by cars. It’s a big and thoroughly charming starling.

#balconybirds No.2 An unloved introduced species, the European Starling. It’s the same one that forms those giant, pulsating flocks of viral video fame in its native Eurasia. Held in contempt though they be for their crime of having their ancestors brought here against their will, like all starlings they’re full of intelligence and virtuosity of voice. And like many starlings, they’re a blaze of iridescence when the sun hits them just so.

#balconybirds No.1: A Laughing Dove kook-ka-kooring atop the telephone pole. I got a Nikon lens adapter from #kandfconcept. Took about 8 days to get from Senzhen China, direct from the company, to Cape Town. Shipping was free. And way cheaper than the extortionate local markups. So now to try some #telephotography with the little old Fujifilm XE1. Usina a 300mm f4 Nikkor with a 1.4x converter. And I’m going to try get pics of all the birds that we get to see across from our #balconyofprivilege here in Observatory - be they ever so humble.

In an extraordinary move, we went out and hung distantly out with our dear friends @goflow42 and @jason66c in de Waal Park. Apart from the now novel joy of human contact, there were their wonderful kids, J & T, and loads of doggos tearing about having the best time. Spring is here. The epidemic still rages. It’s not over. But it’s nice to take a break.

An odd pic of me that @johnthevudio found from 2003.

Apparently I took this almost exactly ten years ago. August 7, 2010. A slightly gloomy winter’s day down at the good ol’ sewrage-works with my dad, @millar6300, relieved by the firework-brightness of these Greater Flamingos.