Hygiene and impatience...

...as I have two picture stories in here for you today. With a smile of course.

Now what do hygiene and patience have to do with each other? I somehow know that you will ask me that question and let me explain. The first story is about hygiene, and the second story below is about impatience.
Robbie is one of the cleanest birds that I have ever seen. He is a Cape Robin-chat (Cossypha caffra), and when he arrives to bath, I must hurriedly make way, as Robbie is not a bird that wants to wait.

We have three doggie bowls in the front garden, and Robbie baths in a different one every other day. So, on this day he selected the one at the bottom nearest the gate. It just so happens that I was standing near it when he arrived, and thankfully I knew that I had to step aside in order to give him space. He seems to be a violent bather, as he smashes himself into the water, spreading droplets all over the place.

Now just look at this below. I think he was giving me a thank you look, and then he was gone. Clean as a whistle.

And here below is the smile.

I think so many of us also struggle with impatience. I want it and I want it NOW! I call it the great wanting syndrome, and it exists all over the world. A young girl saw some Ice-skating boots in a shop window, and she told her mother that she must buy it for her, as all of her mates have the boots. The mom said that she will get her the boots on payday, and the girl got very angry that she could not get the boots immediately. On payday the mom bought her the boots, but the girl told her to take it back as she couldn't get it immediately when she asked for it.

The driver was waiting for his passenger.

Thankfully, we are in winter and it was a cool day, so the driver did not suffer, but he looked very impatient. Have you ever waited for someone who is tardy? Then you will know how this driver felt.

Yay! He thought that his passenger was at last on the way.

But no luck, and he looked at us with a sad face, as I drove out of the parking lot.

There is only one shop here that stocks original Greek yoghurt, at least it is claimed on the label to be original Greek yoghurt, and that is what we eat as is supposed to be good for one's stomach. It was in the public parking of this shop where I saw the dog. I don't like to go into shops, and so while my wife is in the shop I sit outside, like the doggie, to wait. But to keep me company is my camera, and if I know it's going to take a bit of time for my wife to complete the shopping, then I have a daily newspaper to read in the meantime.

Talking about Robbie's hygiene habits, so many of us also have habits and I grew up reading newspaper. One can call that a habit, and one can also call my photography a habit. My wife tells me that she needs milk and bread, and then she buys the stuff and when she gets back to the car, she carries half of the store's products packed in bags to load them in the car. I tease her to ask her if it is one of her habits and she says no, that it is a necessity.
Such is life.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures and the stories.

Photos by Zac Smith. All-Rights-Reserved.

Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.

Until next time, cheers!