Waiting and Watching: Northern Delaware, USA and Tembe
Elephant Park, Durban, South Africa. Tuesday, January 28, 2014.
I’m sitting by a window waiting for something to happen this
cold, cold morning and the birds don’t disappoint. I watch a redheaded woodpecker zoom in and
stab at the peanuts in the feeder, then see blackbirds careen through the woods
below the house. Tracks across the white
reveal the proof that the deer have grazed by, stopping to uncover a cold patch
of ivy.
Back at the computer, I watch a distant African scene and
wait for something to happen. A pond
reflective of blue sky with cotton clouds is ringed by trees and leafy brush. Its glassy surface is broken only by ripples
of insects or fish. And then I see it, the
bipolar dappled head of a giraffe, nibbling, tearing and masticating green
shrubby tops—unassuming, totally unaware of being observed by people far, far
away. I watch the animal biting,
tearing, chewing, chewing. Flicking ears and bobbling head in the tall vegetation
doesn’t give away the truth of the neck the legs the sinews of evolution’s strange
design hidden below. The head dips again
and unseen, the body gently lopes and swoons away leaving the stage set for
another quiet interlude for anyone in the world willing to wait and watch.