Two Years Later…

Goodness me.  A lot has happened in the almost two years since I’ve touched a blog.  But the release of the follow up to ‘An Unlikely Safari Guide’ is due out soon and for the first time in two years, I have an internet connection that can handle the demands of a blog.  Isn’t ‘blog’ a great word?  Blog blog blog.  ‘I’m on the blog again.’  ‘Bringin’ bloggin’ back…’

I’ve also decided to revive my old beloved ‘Love Kalahari blog.’  You’ll find those posts here if you go far enough back in time.

So for now, while I decide what content to bombard you with, here’s a selfie.

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The Bird I Love…

The Bird I Love...

This is Ron Swanson. He’s a young Lanner Falcon and I’ve been flying him for a few months now.

Ron is a rehab bird. At the beginning of the year, he flew into a window. I know. He’s not very smart. But then birds of prey generally aren’t. They’re the ultimate hunting machine, with a set of huge, well-developed eyes. Big eyes = small brain. I have super-tiny eyes. Ron doesn’t.

So anyway, he flew himself into a window and got a tremendous bump on his head. Then he spent a lot of time in a hospital, which he LOVED because his food was dropped into his mouth each day. To be able to do nothing and still eat is every bird of prey’s biggest dream.

And now Ron needs to get fit if he’s ever going to go back to the wild where he was born and belongs. So I fly him hard to a lure. It means I get to stand in the middle of a field swinging a leather pad at the end of a string while he finds some super-high perch and laughs at me from it. And I love every moment of it.

I’m really just telling you all of this so that I can show off a photo of him today that I washed in pink. I like pink.

Months of Tedious Camera Trapping Finally Pays Off…

Months of Tedious Camera Trapping Finally Pays Off...

For months and months now, I’ve been putting out a camera trap on most nights. And every morning I scan through countless photos of duikers. Nothing too exciting.

So today when I started flipping through the duiker photos from last night, I found that one of the duikers wasn’t alone. A serval! I knew they were supposed to be on the farm, but still couldn’t imagine them being here. But they totally are.

Sometimes I bait the camera trap with dead things (no shortage of those around here) and last night it was baited with a yellow-billed kite that we tragically found dead on the main road nearby. While plenty of duikers (and a serval, obviously) came to investigate it last night, nothing took it. So the trap is set once again. Can’t wait to see if our spotty cat comes back…


An Empty Box

An Empty Box

This is an empty box. But it’s an empty box that used to contain a Jackal Buzzard. We set it free yesterday (the bird, not the box, we still beed the box). And because I’m rocking a five year old iphone 3, my camera wasn’t quite quick enough to capture the bird majestically flying to freedom.

This is what raptor rehab is all about and it was one of the greatest feelings I’ve ever had.

Upon release, our buzzard promptly flew up in to a tree and was mobbed by fork-tailed drongos. Love.