|Making friends with a tame springbok|
We are back home. My brother-in-law is (incredibly) holding on, his pride intact, not yet bed-ridden, but terribly thin. Every day that we were there, many people came to visit and every day some-one phoned and said they would be coming the next day. So we made cakes and served endless tea and coffee and he willed himself to get out of bed, shower and dress - for his guests. Those in the know say it is unbelievable how long cancer sufferers can last when to the observer things look terminal. In between, farming must go on: at one stage we were asked to feed a hand-reared baby 'duiker' (a small buck) while our nephew was away for a night. At first, she was very reluctant to accept the bottle, although she did lick my neck when I sat on the floor. Eventually, I stood up, accidentally holding the bottle between my legs - and voilà! Success.
|Getting the right position by chance|
|Then she was OK.|
|Part of my sister-in-law's stunning garden|