Living on a farm and walking the land once a day, I find much evidence of nature. Antelope prints, porcupine quills, eggs in ground nests, feathers from the abundance of noisy bird life. Its lovely. My favourite being the sound of the fish eagle who regularly graces us with his presence, setting up temporary home with mate in the weeping willow tree near the river. The cry of Africa, in my front garden.
Nature does also offer the reminder of the fragility of life, and inevitable death. I found this Guinea Fowl, possibly killed in mid-flight by one of the large raptors. It lay still and perfectly intact, only the ants seemed to have noticed. I loved seeing the beauty of its feathers, the dusty blue with vibrant red, the burnt orange. I honour it in its final beauty.