Culebra Free Range Friday ~ The Hungry Iguana

Originally this was going to be about a meal I made. Not a super exciting meal, but a good one, healthy, happy, easy peasy and happy to the belly. Then of course, trees got in my way. What can I say, my track has curves in it and other byways that must be followed at times. I was home, playing with things to make mobiles (mahogany seed pods, if you must know) when suddenly it seemed the yard was alive with iguanas. Iguanas in the trees, on the ground, on the roof of the chicken coop. But one particularly large fellow caught my eye. 

I knew that he knew I was watching. Closely watching. What would he go for? The orchid flowers were gone. I'm hiding the basil he seems to enjoy. The squash blossoms? One of his faves but none are blooming today (if I actually GET a squash, it will be a miracle). No, he was testing, testing, testing.

Hmmm, this looks good.

But wait!

This looks even better! Oh! Oh! Oh boy! Looky there!

I thought this was all gone! It's back! I LOVE this stuff!!!

Yumyumyumyum

I wish I could eat it faster!

Oh yes! Like nectar on the tongue.

Savor the flavor...mmmmmmm.

Enough of that savoring, mmmmppphhhh

Oh...I really shouldn't have

Well, hell, I'll diet...never. HAHAHAHAHA

Let's see if I can finish this off in one huge bite!

Damn, I'm good. 

Huh. Just A Little More. I can do this.

Oh yeah, let's take this baby down

Chewchewchewchew

I think I have some stuck under my tongue

Got it. 

How do you like that, human? 30 seconds! That's a record, even for me. Is that bougainvillea over there?

He did indeed move on to the bougainvillea, I guess red always is a nice color for dessert. 

So while I shared no human food, I did share a meal. With you. And with him as well...sort of.

Have a frolic in your frustrations Friday. Do something freely folly-like.

Simple Sunday ~ Culebra Wild

Geese on salt water

 Bright baby green iguana

Stunning in my eyes

Shoot That!

I don't have any explanation for why my stout little camera has decided to retire itself. It has no claims for workman's comp except being occasionally overworked. It neither fell off of a ladder nor was exposed to dangerous fum...well, there was New Year's Eve, but it is tougher than that. But so it is. Since around here one doesn't just pop down to the camera shop, it might be awhile. My hands are barely shaking, I can do this. In the meantime, I'll dig up some oldies and steal beg permission for other bits.

Starting off repeats with this guy, as he is probably my favortie iguana shot.

The other bit I was planning for this morning anyway came from a book I'm reading containing a poem that caught my brain. The man who wrote it, J.K. - or James Kenneth if you insist - Stephens was an interesting fellow to put it mildly. Well educated, a cousin of Virginia Woolf, tutor of Prince Albert Victor and with mental health issues to boot, he was, in my opinion, somewhat clairvoyant as well.

He was also a suspect for the Jack the Ripper killings, making him even more someone to reckon with, especially considering he died at 32. Of starvation. On hearing about Prince Albert's death. How many friends are that devoted, I ask you?

To R.K.

Will there never come a season

Which shall rid us from the curse

Of a prose which knows no reason

And an unmelodious verse:

When the world shall cease to wonder

At the genius of an Ass,

And a boy's eccentric blunder

Shall not bring success to pass:

When mankind shall be delivered

From the clash of magazines,

And the inkstand shall be shivered

Into countless smithereens:

When there stands a muzzled stripling,

Mute, beside a muzzled bore:

When the Rudyards cease from Kipling

And the Haggards Ride no more.

Rudyard Kipling called him "that genius" and wrote that he "dealt with Haggard and me in some stanzas which I would have given much to have written myself".

Since he died in a mental institution in 1892 (cause of death - Mania), I'm not going to bother with permissions. I wonder if cell/smart phones ever figured into his thinking. He'd have died all over again.

Have a tear into troubles with triumphant tremblings Thursday. Do something ticklish.