I found myself engulfed in a cloud of mist this morning, only being able to see five or ten meters in front of me. I wasn’t about to cross rivers or climb mountains in search of the dogs with no visibility - that would’ve been ludicrous. Instead I enjoyed the great footage I was getting with the sun trying to pierce the blanket of mist. ”It’s the serenity of it…” that’s for anyone who’s watched The Castle.
I was out looking for Rhinoceros movement again, but ended up face to face with an old dagga boy instead. The only question was who would blink first - ah, these old buffalo have nothing better to do than stare at you…so I humbly lost the owl eye challenge and continued on.
Over the last two weeks I’ve noticed the male Impalas really having it out with each other in what is called the rut. Well, it turns out it’s that time of the year again where the strongest ram gets all the action. The one who is able to defend his territory gets to mate with the entire female herd in that area! This is if they survive, they spend so much time snorting and grunting at each other that they don’t notice when predators are around.
Kim has returned from taking his girls back to South Africa and will be back on the dogs in the morning.
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