Walking down to the beach
past fields of daisy’s brilliantly white,
onto the white sands and over the river.
Just there I see a blow pushing into the air
over the waves which are breaking in uneven patterns,
some even rushing in sideways on,
then there, a flipper appears then slowly disappears,
another blow and a tale comes out, another whale breaches
descending back into the water with a huge plume of water.
I am walking on, paddling in the cold waters,
my body hits a rhythm not of my own making,
as I leave the whales behind wandering down
Longbeach from Noordhoek towards Kommetjie,
in the tidal lagoon I see a flock of greater Flamenco
wading in the shallow waters,
beaks submerged in the salty waters,
through the dunes to the wreck of the Kakopa
with its huge boiler and steering apparatus
sticking out of the sand,
you can still see the shape
of the boat in the sand.
Soon I am at the rocks and river
on the Kommetjie side:
there hovering before my startled eyes is
a pied king fisher,
it dives, comes up, flies up and hover again
before diving, each time coming up
with an empty beak,
making me realize just how difficult it is for
these and other birds to survive.
I am trudging back with my feat in the cold water,
only 8C, and then I see the pod of whales again
and realize that I am taking my rhythm from them
they have infiltrated my being to the core,
realizing just how fragile all this beauty is,
and how easily we could loose it all,
then I am winding up the slope
back to my car,
deep in thought and happiness.
I have just come back from a few wonderful days of holiday at Afton Country Lodge in Noordhoek, where there is a lot of birding, some fine restaurants, other than walking and eating i had a good relaxing time. I walked the beach three times whilst there, and saw these various animals one time each.