Thursday 16 March 2023

Jimmy, a Fool and a Pair of Binoculars.




Jimmy, thinks I’m a magician.


I’m not.


I showed him that I could remove half my thumb and then replace it, but then I showed him how he could do the same with his thumb.


But every day he calls me the magician and looks my way expectantly.


I told him I was going to make my breakfast disappear, and I did, but…

Jimmy is the camp manager.


Jimmy is a little round.


In a straight race with a cheetah…, well.. he wouldn’t.


Camp manager stays at base – in between the media tent and the mess tent.


The mess tent is really well organised.


Ben, thinks I’m a comedian.


Or a fool.


Or an idiot.


But he’s lent me his binoculars.


They are pretty good.


He did ask me to be careful as I was spraying sun cream on my arm not to get any on the lens, so I guess he doesn’t completely trust me.


I keep trying to give them back but he keeps telling me to hang on to them as I’ll need them.


I’ve already looked through them at the Fish Eagle, The Eagle owl, The Buffalo Weaver bird and the Splendid Starling.


I don’t think I can hold many more birds in my brain at the moment.


Ben’s brain is full of birds.


Ben likes birds more than cats.


His wife likes her phone more than anything else.


Back at camp Jimmy asks if we had a good day.


We saw a lot of sparrows I mumble.


I am trying to be funny.


In a court jester kind of way.


I haven’t forgiven Ben for  yesterday evening’s ‘biscuitgate’ yet.


Then I pick up three rocks, juggle them and give them to Jimmy.


I tell him they are magic rocks.


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