Listen to the Guinea Fowl

Be grateful for nature. Pay the thunder no mind – listen to the Guinea fowl. And don’t hate anybody. 

W&N watercolour on DalerRowney 220gsm heavy-duty sketching paper. 

The Helmeted Guinea Fowl is an African family of insect and seed-eating, ground-nesting birds resembling partridges, but with featherless heads and spangled grey plumage. They are the ultimate low-cost, chemical-free pest control and if your garden is already established and can withstand the scratching, you’ll have a healthy and pest-free garden. 

And be rewarded with some wonderful antics from these lovely birds. It is interesting to note that they are monogamous, mating for life. The hens have a habit of hiding their nests, and sharing it with other hens until large numbers of eggs have accumulated. Females lay 25-30 tough-skinned, smallish, creamy eggs in a deep, tapering nest and undergo an incubation period of 26-28 days. The chicks are called “keets” and are highly susceptible to damp. In fact, they can die from following the mother through dewy grass. 

After their first two to six weeks of growth, they can be some of the hardiest domestic land fowl.

They are highly social birds, and hate to be alone. When you see a lone guinea fowl, it usually means trouble, like that the family has been scattered by a predator. Guineas spend most of their days foraging. They work as a team, marching chest to chest and devouring anything they startle as they move through the grass. 

When they discover a special treat — a rodent, for example, or a small snake — they close ranks, circle their prey, and move in for the feast. All the while, they keep up a steady stream of whistles, chirps, and clicks, a sort of running commentary on the day’s hunt. 

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The clothesline said so much...

W&N watercolour on Amedeo 200gsm – 

A clothesline was a news forecast 

To neighbours passing by. 

There were no secrets you could keep 

When clothes were hung to dry. 

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It also was a friendly link 

For neighbours always knew 

If company had stopped on by 

To spend a night or two. 

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For then you’d see the fancy sheets 

And towels on the line; 

You’d see the company table clothes 

With intricate design. 

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The line announced a baby’s birth 

To folks who lived inside 

As brand new infant clothes were hung 

So carefully with pride. 

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The ages of the children 

could so readily be known 

By watching how the sizes changed 

You’d know how much they’d grown. 

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It also told when illness struck, 

As extra sheets were hung; 

Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too, 

Haphazardly were strung. 

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It said, “Gone on vacation now” 

When lines hung limp and bare. 

It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged 

With not an inch to spare. 

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New folks in town were scorned upon 

If wash was dingy grey, 

As neighbours raised their brows, 

And looked disgustedly away. 

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But clotheslines now are of the past 

For dryers make work less. 

Now what goes on inside a home 

Is anybody’s guess. 

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I really miss that way of life. 

It was a friendly sign 

When neighbours knew each other best 

By what hung on the line! 

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- Author unknown

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Beach at Mvoti

W&N watercolour on DalerRowney 190gsm 

One of my favourite haunts when I visit Ballito is Mvoti Beach at Blythedale (North Coast, KwaZulu Natal, South Africa). It is one of the few beaches on the North Coast that still has lots of vegetation and is also very popular with fishermen as this is where the Mvoti River flows into the Indian Ocean. The estuary is a haven for winged creatures and a must for bird lovers, worth a visit to spot the African spoonbill, chestnut-branded plover, lesser sand plover, white-eared barbet, scaly-throated honeyguide and blue-mantled crested flycatcher. 

 I can sit for hours watching common ghost crabs as they scurry around on the intertidal beach – the time between low and high tide – during which time they move from their high-shore burrows to feed.

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Enjoying the scenery

“Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.” 

- Eddie Cantor 

W&N watercolour on DalerRowney 200gsm - no preliminary sketching 

The dam at Spring Farm (Tarlton, Gauteng, South Africa) is always full and I've often wondered where the water comes from. Today I was told there's a natural spring further up on the property that has been slowly running at the same, unchanged speed for years. This is also the place where I often sit and watch the cattle and do some quick sketches - there's always something new to discover.

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If I was a Wind...

… I would steal your secrets … 

A cold, windy, wintry morning in Tarlton (Gauteng, South Africa). 

Ink sketch and watercolour on DalerRowney 200gsm sketching paper 

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