African wildlife adventures live from the bush
This is some strange apparition. The artist must have been imagining this almost ghostly figure while in one of those wonderful trances they seemed to so enjoy. Although with some of these monsters they encounter in these trances I’m not sure I’d been keen to go there.
5th April 2000
The rains came and the rains came and they came! And they’re still coming! And guess what? There’s another cyclone on the Mozambique coast that’s possibly on its way here. I’m beginning to sound like a stuck record with all these rain stories. Just wish I had a new story to tell.
The rains eventually cleared later this afternoon and I was able to take my daughters out into the field.
It was great to be out with them again even though we didn’t encounter much.
Some white rhino ran off as we approached Bandama pan and Lindy was busy ticking off her birds desperately trying to get to 50 in the few hours before dusk. Well she didn’t quite make it, but did manage to tick off 35. Not bad for a few hours.
Penny in the meantime was sitting on dad’s lap trying out her driving skills, which got quite hazardous at times. Luckily oncoming traffic is non-existent. But she was testing the health of my healing shoulder, as on many occasions I had to wrench the wheel back to prevent us careering into a tree stump or rock.
This man is being joined by a happy young boy or girl. But what is the man carrying under his arm and in his hand?
4th April 2000
Already as we left camp the strong gusty winds had arrived and we spent the late afternoon, early evening filming animals buffeting themselves against it. A chameleon clung on dearly to a twig as winds rocked the bush and a sleeping Oriole with its head tucked under its wing feigned sleep as it too clutched steadfastly to a branch. A scrub hare took refuge in the long grass frozen in terror as the winds thrashed the bush all around.
We later discovered a freshly killed impala carcass, killed by a leopard. The leopard presumably used the windy conditions to its advantage to move in quickly for the kill. While waiting for it to return the rains, heavy rains, struck and we rushed back to camp with roads already inches deep in flowing water.
I’m beginning to think when last was so much written on a daily basis for so long about rain. How can there be any more to write. Is it not now just plain repetition?
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