Luckily I had planned to fly this morning anyway, as I’m sure I’d never have picked up the wild dogs. They had moved a long way north from the hills where I left them. All looking rather lean but well.
I’d been doing some flying on a neighbouring reserve just helping out with an aerial perspective on the place for them.
In the end I only got to the dogs after midday. They were totally spaced out hardly acknowledging my arrival. Take that!
As regular as clockwork they all woke at 5pm for the afternoon ritual. 2minutes later they were all back to sleep. Yes it’s just like that, frantically greeting each other and then fast asleep again. In other wild dog packs, usually when they wake from their afternoon siesta, they have their greeting ceremony and head straight out hunting. These guys haven’t read the books.
Later the pack headed on north to the boundary fence. I really don’t like it when they hang around here and the pups showed keen interest on hearing voices across the way.
Thankfully Jiggy and Puzzles were old hats at all of this and headed on west. The pups soon caught up with them as it got dark.
Time for me to call it a day.
The sunset on the way home was truly amazing. I took a bunch of photos and moved on. But it got better, so I took some more and moved on. And it got better and then better again. Amazingly I made 4 stops on the way home to photograph the sunset as it played out its ever changing display of colours.
Recent Comments