One of many photos taken over the last two days around Hoedspruit and the Blyde River Canyon, a fantastic canyon not far away. Can you spot the baby crocodile?
I’ll provide a reveal tomorrow South African time, though this one shouldn’t be too hard. Click to enlarge the photo.
(There will likely be a photo post tomorrow, though perhaps from Manyeleti.)
(s)he’s cute!
Convincing imitation of a piece of driftwood!
It IS cute, isn’t it. It appears rather pale to me… not that I know much about the usual color of baby crocodiles. Maybe it’s just dried out and needs to get back in the water.
Just one? I see the babe.
I see it!
How doth the little crocodile
Improve its shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale.
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws.
Lewis Carroll
Nice.
How about Belloc’s satirical poem about a missionary’s breakfast egg?
Whatever our faults, we can always engage
That no fancy or fable shall sully our page,
So take note of what follows, I beg.
This creature so grand and august in its age,
In its youth is hatched out of an egg.
And oft in some far Coptic town
The Missionary sits him down
To breakfast by the Nile:
The heart beneath his priestly gown
Is innocent of guile;
When suddenly the rigid frown
Of Panic is observed to drown
His customary smile.
Why does he start and leap amain,
And scour the sandy Libyan plain
Like one that wants to catch a train,
Or wrestles with internal pain?
Because he finds his egg contain –
Green, hungry, horrible and plain –
An Infant Crocodile.
Yep. Cute.
Interesting that the water is clear, but nevermind I see you there. Just as well, because there will be a mum… and out of that clear water, she will lunge.
38 seconds.