Washington Rhododendron

A friend sent me a picture of a rhododendron bush in her yard. It is a wonderful view from the main bedroom. There are three colors of rhododendron bushes in front of my Seattle house but I’ve never seen any this color before.

As the blooms age, they change color.

A few days later, she also saw a bunny in the yard. (She took the photo through a window screen.)

Monkey Retaliation?


As I had mentioned in one of the earlier posts, my son keeps a broom handy to shoo the monkey away when he’s getting too close. Well it seemed that the monkey learned this trick and was using it for himself. As my son came down the stairs from the roof, the monkey held on to a tree branch that was hanging over the stairway and was shaking it to shoo my son away. Satvamrita may have experienced a moment of fear seeing the branch waving at him, but he quickly realized that the stick was still connected to the tree. Of course, Satvamrita, thinking this was funny, stopped to take pictures.

An Encounter with a Thief- The Real Story

I have written four posts about the monkey who is presently visiting Amritapuri. Early in his visit, he stole eggs from the western cafe. Since then, he has tried many times to steal more eggs. He obviously considers them to be a delicacy.

He hangs around the cafe even when eating food he has found in the vicinity.

My son believes the monkeys around the ashram are more bark than bite. If they show you their teeth, you should show them yours. If they growl at you, you should growl back. If you combine these actions with a stick, the monkeys will probably run away.

On this particular day, it was obvious that the monkey was determined to get in the cafe. It watched Satvamrita closely. He began to carry a broom so he could shoo the monkey away whenever it came near the door.

Watching Satvamrita. Looking for opportunity to steal eggs.
Watching from stairs. Getting tired of this.

When it became convinced its efforts were futile, it started to yawn. Soon after that, it wandered off. Time to look for an easier place to get dinner.

Getting tired of this. Big yawn.
Tired and bored. Even bigger yawn.

Nightmare Monkey/-Fake Story-Total Fiction

What would you think and feel if you met up with this monster monkey one day? Would you run like your life depended on it? You’d better.

My son, a cook for the western canteen, had an encounter with this monster monkey recently. He ran and hid and in so doing barely escaped.

He was fortunate. If the monkey had caught him, he would have become the dinner.

Second Family

On the day I moved to the Woodinville, WA senior living center, Pat, one of the staff members, came to visit me. While he was there, a mother duck followed by her children walked by my window.

Yesterday, he showed me photos of her second family.

These were taken earlier in the year than I saw them last year so the babies in this family are smaller.