MORE GUFF FROM THE GODS’ OWN ISLAND SUNDAY 5TH SEPTEMBER 2021
Anything worthy of note? Well, today is my father’s birthday: N.W.F. Mason – North West Frontier Mason – would be one hundred and eighteen years old this very day; and I retain his British Indian Passport, issued at Peshawar on March 17th 1926, by order of the Viceroy and Governor-General of India. So whaddya know?
Wednesday was an important Balinese holiday – Hari Pagerwesi. What does Pagerwesi mean or imply? No one can tell me, but it is a day of thanksgiving and universal temple festivals to honour Sanghyang Paramesti Guru, one of the manifestations of Siwa and Sanghyang Widhi – the Supreme God – as World Teacher. Yagoddit?
Tomorrow will be Kajeng Kliwon – not again! – and Tilem (night of the black moon), so everyone had better be on their very best behaviour; while yesterday was zilch – NO HASH RUN – and another week down the drain. Another month …
Shall I go on? Is there nowt of import to relate? I have been scanning the sky of late – nothing better to do – and between the hours of half four and five fifteen I behold hundreds of Green Pigeons in waves – thousands maybe – whizzing by, heading north to forest roost. I reckon they would be winging it at 80 mph in level flight. Numbers pause momently to rest in the tall acacia and a lovely lemony green they look in the late afternoon light.
According to Su, many roost in the giant ficus at Pura Dalem just up the road. One bird I haven’t heard for two or three weeks now is the Drongo Cuckoo – too preoccupied to practise its scales? – though Plaintive Cuckoo still chimes in daily. The new rambutan crop is coming along famously and the bats are feasting on them and dropping the kernels all over the show: soon we expect an incursion of hungry monks. Meanwhile abundance of Red Admirals, Small Tortoiseshells and Gatekeepers reported from North Devon – but no fritillaries. Wonderful.