"The · darkest · thing · about · Africa · has · always · been · our · ignorance · of · it"

Major kudos (and thanks) go out to Jenn, who recently wrote me from her hospital bed. THAT is a dedicated correspondent.

I bought a duck! (Again.) Partially because my current female hasn’t done a thing since abandoning her first nest, partially because I have a little bit of birthday gift money to spend, and partially because I’m still hung up on my goal of getting at least ONE duckling before I leave this country, I decided to suck it up and spend the 150 dalasi ($7). Since I’ve had Kiling (“One,” still alive), Fula (“Two,” dead), Saba (“Three,” dead) and Naani (“Four,” still alive), it means this one’s name is Luulu (“Five”). She’s still pretty young (she has a few wing feathers still growing in), but Kiling (the male) is definitely doing his part to get her to lay eggs…

I keep a running list on my little expo board of topics to blog about, so that I remember the next time I’m on my laptop. So this post was based on my expo notes that said “monkeys,” “Jenn,” and “Luulu.” What I don’t get is why I wrote a note to blog about “duck shoulder.” Oh well. It was probably a funny story at the time…