News and opinions from the born free, critters and their human friends as overheard by Duma Duke
Duma Duke
Here are the critter blogs from the Animal Orphanage at the Mount Kenya Wildlife Conservancy in the Heart of Africa. Duma Duke, the Chaircat of the critters, is your faithful reporter on the scene.
Shades of our own beginnings?
A rare and honest glimpse into nature’s order.
If man is at the top of the food chain it is also
his responsibility to ensure no links are broken.
Carole said,
on August 5th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
The wildlife is a page of the world and it opened the life beyond of stars.
This movie is another “paintings” about our beginnings…Needless to add something
after the perfect and true words of Iris Hunt !
Lilli said,
on November 2nd, 2007 at 1:25 pm
Somebody once described it as the “circle of life” with these words… A twig snaps. The impalas tense and begin to scatter. Swiftly, silently, the big cat pounces. A brief chase, a tumbling blur, the sound of bone snapping, a growl and then a busy, happy purr. A pause in the feeding, and a blood-smeared snout lifts at you, fangs dripping. The circle of life is again completed and there is a hollow feeling in your stomach. You have looked into the dark heart of being.
on July 31st, 2007 at 10:55 pm
There was blood in the water!
I’ll watch it again and again….
on August 4th, 2007 at 6:33 pm
Shades of our own beginnings?
A rare and honest glimpse into nature’s order.
If man is at the top of the food chain it is also
his responsibility to ensure no links are broken.
on August 5th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
The wildlife is a page of the world and it opened the life beyond of stars.
This movie is another “paintings” about our beginnings…Needless to add something
after the perfect and true words of Iris Hunt !
on November 2nd, 2007 at 1:25 pm
Somebody once described it as the “circle of life” with these words… A twig snaps. The impalas tense and begin to scatter. Swiftly, silently, the big cat pounces. A brief chase, a tumbling blur, the sound of bone snapping, a growl and then a busy, happy purr. A pause in the feeding, and a blood-smeared snout lifts at you, fangs dripping. The circle of life is again completed and there is a hollow feeling in your stomach. You have looked into the dark heart of being.