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25 January 2006

A visit from the free

I had a magical visit yesterday from the world of the free. It was halfanhour beyonddusk. The air was crisp and the eveningquiet.

I was reflecting on the day's events when everything around me ceased to exist, except for one minute little person. She was the quietest, most enchanting creature I have met in ages. So light on her feet. She was a nagapie. I haven't seen one in years.

I see free birds, beetles, moths and frogs a lot. But seeing a wild "socalledprimate" on my garage roof, 8 km from the citycentre thrilled me to the toes!

The recent rains brought a flood of flying ants to our stoep light last night ... and she just couldn't resist. She obviously came down from the koppie behindourhouse to feast on them. She was as bold as she was small. She moved at the speedoflight, flicking her tail with delight as she gulped down several flyingants while scampering across our garageroof. Then, all too soon for my liking, she decided the neighbours, me, my dogs and cats were too close for comfort. So she leapt ... all 10cm of her ... straight up into the air (about 3metres). She launched herself from the roof onto the telephone wire above. She made her way up the wire, into the large old white stinkwood behind our house and disappeared into the night.

I felt exhilirated and ran inside to tell Helen. I hadn't breathed throughout her visit. It was a moment I will cherish forever.

When I returned outside, my neighbours, who had obviously spotted her as well, were dazzling their 2-million-watt-safari-fucking-torch into the tree to try and spot her again. I could have shot them with my slingshot. Why couldn't they just absorb the moment, instead of trying to find where she went to? They wanted to shine the light on her, like a lab rat.

That's when the sadness set in. I realised that the koppie on which I live is isolated and shrinking. Properties in Tshwane, with a view are highly sought after and being developed fast. I realised that her island habitat will not last forever. And she had come to remind me of that. And now I have to help her protect our home (hers and mine) from further development.

* The picture above was taken by the wonderful people at Wildcare Animal Rehabilitation Centre, some 20 km north of my home.

** Sadly the human genome project also wants to shine their dazzling torch and disect her every gene ... have a look at their bushbaby gene sequencing info: http://www.genome.gov/15014526.

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