Small Black Cat - Stuck Fast

So the kitten is not as small as she was;  hand-palm size.
And I guess she does not yet know she should use her whiskers to judge the size of gaps, so here we found her, stuck (though she would never admit to it) in the gap between the kitchen window and the bars outside.

Look at this filthy window.

I Say! Anyone about ?

I'd rather not step here, it stinks of bleach.

I Was Not Stuck.

Problem Uploading Pictures to Google Blogger (Blogspot) ?

Here's a Picture I Renamed and Successfully Uploaded.

So I had this problem - and Google's support page said 'They are working on a fix'- actually not a lot of use if you want to post an image Right Now.

Anyway, What I did, and still do, is rename the image file (and I've only used jpg files myself) removing any spaces, dashes, hyphens in fact anything that was not alpha-numeric, and then they successfully upload from the browser to the post page everytime.

Of course maybe Google have resolved the issue and it's just a coincidence that it's working now. Maybe.

Black Headed Heron

So yesterday I spent an entertaining hour watching this
Black Headed Heron which was giving a fishing demonstration  in Kotu Stream, just where the stream meets the Atlantic Ocean.

Butterfish are, in my opinion, the best fish for eating.
They are very unattractive fish, and they have Big and Sharp Teeth.
But they have almost no tiny bones to worry about.


One Cool Butterfish.




Sometimes I like to take (strange) Pictures with My Canon Power Shot.
£70 from Argos, the best 70 quid I ever spent.
OK slightly more when you add some storage media - it comes with NONE.
Very mean.


Fish smoking Marlboro - or should that be Marboro smoking Fish ?

Anyway, at least he's getting some greens.

Happy Bob Marley Day.

So, Yesterday after going to Brufut to exchange some paperbacks, on the way home I stopped at The Bar. It was more lively and more noisy than usual, and some one reminded me it was Bob Marley Night.
Bob Marly died on 11th May 1981. (but everyone here still calls it Bob Marley's Birthday - he was, of course, born on 6th February 1945).
So an excuse - if one was needed - for more beer.

If you can't upload images to your Google blog, try renaming the image file with a simple name, no underscores or non-alphanumeric characters, which seem to confuse Google's image uploader.
Works for me anyway.

So . Another week in sunny and warm purgatory.
One chicken is sitting on a about 11 eggs.

In another 7 or so  days I should have some little chicks. Incha’la.
Don’t know what the small kitten will think of them.  She has a healthy relationship with the hens, but when the hens are hungry they are inclined to grab the cat’s food and scarper with it.
Duey says the (very noisy) rooster is going to be swapped for another female.

Currently he is shuffling round  the compound, legs tied together with a piece of string.
I don’t know why, doesn’t mute it in any way. (that’s the cockerel, not Duey, tied up).
 
I had an acquaintance in Bakau.
He called himself Mustapha , but his original name was more like Peter Baxter. (Or something similar), an English man, very softly spoken and polite.
He was a struck off NHS dental surgeon who came to this country and worked as a saw bones for The Methodists.
Always told me he didn’t enjoy working for them too much due to the regular, compulsory Prayer meetings.
I really liked this man: He didn’t repeat himself when he was drunken and had many fasscinating stories to tell.
He wore local clothes and carried an interesting stick. (Which he used on at least one occasion on an abusive  taxi driver)
He can only have been slightly more old than me.
Anyway, he is dead.
It was a big surprise to me when I heard, a couple of days ago on a rare visit to the Bakau area.
He always appeared fairly healthy and was always supported by his latest entourage of pretty local girls.
He had a compound where he kept one wife and had several other smaller properties, which he used. I don’t know what for.
He wanted me to buy some cases of wine he and his girls had imported from Guinea Bissau. We enjoyed a couple of bottles together occasionally.
Anyway, there you go.
Even though I haven’t seen him for several months (since deserting Bakau), I’m sorry to hear this news.
Cause of death (apparently) Drink.

Last Saturday I was at a party at a local Liberian  bar, celebrating  Sierra Leone’s independence. 52 years. I was at a bar all afternoon and had a nice time.



The b*gger of the week for me : while eating a cheese and onion sandwich I cracked a tooth. Actually not as bad as it could have been, but bad enough.
Heavily filled molar, still heavily filled, just less tooth now. Dontcha just love the dentistry of the 70’s ?

Anyway. That’s the latest from me. As you can see no excitement here.