Our Botswana lodge did not have the usual squirrels and pigeons…Here it was warthogs and verdant monkeys My granddaughter, Amelia, had an interesting moment that prompted these song lyrics:
A Monkey Stole My Doughnut
A monkey stole my doughnut
It happened just today
Thete was a rustle of fur on plate
And with my doughnut he got away
The monkey lingered to look back at me
I know he thought we were dumb
He wouldn’t trade his wits and speed
For an opposable thumb !!!! Tcu
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Barry R Brink
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Grew up in California...Went east for college and, later, work, and never returned to California as a resident...Have a Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology...Worked in private practice settings for most of my career...Now retired...Married to Mrs. Bear (Lela) for 50 years...Spent most of my youth travelling the beautiful landscapes of our continent...Went into a time window to see the rest of the world until COVID kept us closer to home. Now we are back on our travel agenda, both domestically and internationally, and, as always, love to share some of our impressions on the Blog.
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