Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Target Birding


The Christine Marais drawing from her book "Birding in Namibia" captures the essence of the place we are in now and the Hartlaub's Francolin we saw this morning.

So I have learnt that there are two ways to bird.

One is to choose an environment that will produce good birding opportunities, arrive, set-up scopes as required, mimic the Pearl-spotted Owlet if you are in the bush, and wait and see what birds are around.

The second approach, ‘target birding’, is far more strategic and has a specific destination in mind with the objective of finding a (mostly) challenging bird or two that are known to be breeding in a known locality. All the possible equipment is taken into the field, scopes, recording and playback equipment. This is stressful birding as once a stated bird is being chased it makes for the risk of failure. But success is exciting, here is the Tractrac Chat found only on the Namib gravel plains which we found on our second attempt.


I experienced both of these approaches to birding with Callan over the last two days.
Yesterday our target bird was a Herero Chat, notoriously difficult to find. We were in the bush at the bottom of the spectacular Spitskoppe (below) for a two hour stint in the heat of the day, slowing doing the playback call, scanning each and every bush and walked away without a sighting. Karoo long-billed Lark on the road from Spitskoppe to Erongo Mountains

This morning, in the rocky outcrops around our lodge here in the Erongo Mountains, we had three target birds – Hartlaub’s Francolin, Carp’s Tit, and the Rockrunner, as challenging, and we had superb sightings of all three in the fresh cool dawn air, quite a blissful experience. As Callan hears the birds call he records them and uses their own calls for the playback. Certainly created much curiosity from the birds and in some cases it spooks them to hear another ‘bird’ with their personal calls.
The gang birding this morning for our target birds:

It’s a treat to be at the lodge, tented accommodation with awesome views, great food and lovely service from Timo. Also good to chill and recharge after many days crossing this vast country.



This is the view from our breakfast table this morning watching Rosy-faced Lovebirds and Chestnut Weavers.









The charming Rock Hyrax that keeps us awake at night here at Erongo with it range of strident calls.




Am loving the diversity and space of Namibia and its contrasts from gentle to fierce depending on where you find yourself.
"When the well's dry, one knows the worth of water" Benjamin Franklin

Monday, April 6, 2009

My 'Bucket List' Day

Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman in The Bucket List, make a list of all the things they want to do before they die – their kick the bucket list. On my list was to experience the dunes and gravel plains of the Namib, so today I ticked one of the items on my Bucket List.
There are days that are so rich in my life that the experiences creep up on me, grab my heart and stay with me, today was such a day. The Dune Sea, resting right up against the Kuiseb River bed, just south of Walvis Bay and extending a few hundred kilometers south, is a place of the soul. Colour, textures, shapes, sounds, smells, all blend to make it beautiful in the early morning sun.
These photos tell some of the story.
































Even more so, the Dune Sea is also a story of Namibia’s only true endemic, the Dune Lark that has made this part of the world home. Finding this bird is a life event for a birder. Callan quickly found it, (can sometimes take hours) and the sighting was wonderful with good views of the bird and hearing its call.

Dune Lark in the vegetation around the Kuiseb River bed.



















The second part of the day was the fiercely harsh gravel plains that stretch for many kilometers beyond Walvis and Swakopmund. The green and orange lichens of the plains create a patina of colour amidst the barren landscape peppered with hardy scrubs. Once again, amid all this harshness we were looking for two birds that make it their own – the Gray’s Lark and the Tractrac Chat.
We had clear views of the Lark, which blends into the stony surface with ease. Yet another memorable sighting for my Big Birding Year.

























The gravel plains are also the place of the enigmatic Welwitchia. I have seen so many photos of this plant but still it astounded me. Nothing quite prepares one for its form, its size, its complexity amid seemingly so little to nourish it.

By this stage I am quite in awe, the day has visual texture and an assault on all the senses, tumble drier heat; cold, clammy fog; climbing red dunes; vast plains; seaside towns; chilly sea breezes….

Yet again, we move onto our final sunset birding on the Sandwich Harbour estuary and salt pans. Loads of waders, gulls and cormorants coming and going. We loved seeing the Curlew Sandpiper coming into their red breeding plumage. As the sun was dipping low, Callan found us a female Red-necked Phalarope in breeding plumage; I was beside myself, such a treat to spot this bird in South Africa!

Here is the group birding at sunset in cold, windy conditions but so delighted with the days birding, the places it has taken us to and the joy of being in a special part of our planet.

The Road less travelled, Windhoek to Walvis Bay

Our day took us through the mountains and mountain passes –Kupfersberg, Gamsberg, Kuiseb; between Windhoek and Walvis Bay on the road less traveled. The scenery is vast, rolling, punctuated by impressive mountains as one leaves Windhoek. The rainy season has left the countryside swathed in grass, which is a visual treat all the way, it only petters out about 50 kilometers from Walvis Bay when the Namib gravel plains take over. At this point the sun had set and Callan navigated through the dark to get us to our rooms here in Walvis, all happy with the day and wearied by the drive.

This is the view coming into the Kuiseb Valley, rolling hills as far as the key can see - why I kept seeing butter icing on hot chocolate cake I am not sure, shows you where my mind goes even when I am birding.





















The birding along the way was a treat. The huge Sociable Weaver nests are magical set against the big blue sky. We saw little gems like the Violet-eared Waxbills, Scaly-feathered Finch, Desert Cisticolas as well as the impressive Kalahari Scrub Robin along the way. Tawny's and PCG's (note the birding jargon I am learning) too.












Chat Flycatcher, Ludwig’s Bustard (below) and Rosy-faced Lovebirds were all additions to my life list. We also saw Kori Bustards lopping through the golden grass.





My delight for the day was the adorable Rosy-faced Lovebirds in a Camelthorn among the Sociable Weavers. Last time I saw these little gems was having tea with Mich on her veranda in Sandton, watching them as her birdfeeder. What a joy to see them in their natural habit.





Oh by the way, this trip has the group crawling, on hands and knees....not for birds only but for anything that is moving. Here Anita and Callan are earnestly photographing gorgeous tiny butterflies, called Grass Jewel Blues clustered around mammal 'poop' while Di and Nigel are just as intrigued! No Fred, I am not planning a Big Butterfly Year.



Saturday, April 4, 2009

Windhoek Birding

Nothing quite like having a leisurely breakfast and seeing a new bird. What looked like an old favourite at first glance turned out to not be a Red-billed Hornbill but the Namibian Monteiro's Hornbill.

We pottered around the hotel for the morning, reading at the pool, eventually getting into Barbara Kingsolver's Poisonwood Bible and waited for the group to arrive from the UK and Callan from Cape Town. I must admit to feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve, time slowed down and the anticipation kept building.




Our first outing in Namibia- Daan Viljoen, a nature reserve outside of Windhoek. Rolling hills and Acacias bursting with their varied pods and a chance to get started on the thornveld birds.

It has been a high rainfall season here in Namibia and the grass cover is thick and everything looks green. It will be interesting to see what the desert looks like when we get there tomorrow.




















Scopes are out, birders are ready, we were looking at both Hartman's Mountain Zebra in the background and following a Crimson-breasted Shrike in the trees in the foreground.

The Zebra were a first, missing the brown stripe on their rumps! We quickly added loads of birds to the list, Yellow-bellied Eremomela, Chestnut-vented Titbabbler, Marico Flycatcher, Great Sparrow, Black-chested Prinia, Pririt Batis among others. Callan has an exceptional ear and keeps pointing out the birds that are calling, he also mimics the Pearl-spotted Owlet which gets all the birds moving and coming to mob the 'owl'.

Lots of excitement at the next stop along the road, Callan noticed that a Lilac-breasted Roller and some Fork-tailed Drongos were harassing a snake. We all bolted across the field to get a look - Puffadder. Fred had a really good look at the snake but did not have his camera with him, I watched it slithering away in the grass and had a good look at the head. Felt like birding from the vehicle after that.

Added Red-billed Francolins to the list too which I had last seen in Botswana in 2001 en route to see the solar eclipse in Zambia.


Our next lifer of the day - Bradfield's Swift.


We had noticed them in the CBD the night before, and went back to the same spot on our way back from Daan Viljoen. The swilts roost in the dead foliage of the huge Washingtonia Palms that line the streets here in Windhoek. It was such a special sighting to see them coming in at speed, screeching and if there was one bird there was a hundred. They are ungainly as they try to move between the dried palm fronds with their weak feet.

Certainly the first time I have been able to watch swifts so close and to pay attention to the detail, I could see their eyes, their grey-brown colouring, the photographers in the group were able to get awesome photos.




We rounded off the day by having dinner back at Luigi and The Fish, completed the first day's checklist and planned our next day.

We head off for a few days to Walvis Bay. Its about 400 kilometers along the gravel roads of the Namib, time to look out for the huge nests of Sociable Weavers in the Camelthorns and the Pygmy Falcon that uses these nest chambers.

Friday, April 3, 2009

'Riding the Runway'


Fifteen hundred kilometers finds us booked into Hotel Onganga in Windhoek having driven, what Fred calls, the runway. The Trans-Kalahari is a real road trip, endless flat grassland plains, broken with scrub and thorn trees, dotted with goats, donkeys and the ubiquitous cattle of Botswana.
I relaxed back and watched the verge, pylons and telephone poles for raptors and added the Greater Kestrel and Pale Chanting Goshawk to our Big Birding Year List and watched a Red-crested Korhaan creep over the road.

Our stopovers in Gabarone and Ghanzi were less about birding than recovering from hours in the car but I spotted some of the common birds of the west - Red-eyed Bulbul, Red-headed Finch, White-browed Sparrow Weaver, Black-faced Waxbill, Shaft-tailed Whydah, Crimson-breasted and Lesser Grey Shrikes and Pied Babblers, always a good indication that we have travelled.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Namibia - Botswana Road Trip

The trip starts at dawn tomorrow as we make our way to Gabarone. The trip has been many months in the planning, buying the Jeep, deciding to join Callan Cohen in Windhoek for a guided few weeks to experience birding at it best in the autumn days of Namibia and then going off on our own up to the Caprivi Strip and into the Okavango Panhandle.

Our itinerary takes us from abundant shorebirds in one of Africa's richest estuaries, to finding the Rockrunner in the Erongo Mountains, the magnificent granite inselberg, into the haunting and desolate Namib Desert, the bizarre Welwitschia, as well as five days crossing Etosha National Park, to the Waterberg for the diminutive Damara Dik-dik.

Callan has a reputation as one of Africa's foremost birdwatching and wildlife tour guides and when I first met him in 2001, for a day of birding in the Cape, I made a resolution to spend time with him again. So what better time than the Big Birding Year. The bird list for the trip is some 300 birds and the Namibian specials will be lifers for me, as this is my first time in this part of Namibia having only visited the Caprivi before, so lots of excitement and anticipation too.

Connectivity is going to be a challenge to keep the blog current but I plan to attempt to show Fred's photos and share some of the experiences.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Wakkerstroom Highlights: Crowned Cranes, Fegato di Pollo Penne and so much more

What better combination than good friends, glorious Italian food, a beautiful place with endless views and an 'Uber Twitch'. Wakkerstroom was a treat.

As we settled in with Nikki and Geoff on Friday night, Crowned Cranes arrived just beyond their garden where the pair roost in a dead tree, their calling makes my hair stand on end, its a haunting cry that carries over the wetlands.

We ambled down to the wetland with the dogs and Vespa in tow (Fred's next favourite cat after Baron), the water level was high, running dirty and we did not see too much. Couldn't find the Cliff Swallows either so we came back to get supper going. Geoff did not disappoint his liver dish is sublime, worth sharing the recipe. An ideal meal for the cold nights coming soon.

Fegato di Pollo Penne

Ingredients for 4 people: half kg cleaned chicken livers, 250 g bacon, 2 onions thinly sliced, 2 cloves garlic, olive oil and butter for frying, punnet of mushrooms sliced, flour seasoned with salt and pepper and oregano, 250 ml reduced fat cream, 2 T sherry, good pinch of dried chillies.

Fry the onions gently in the olive oil and butter, add garlic, then chopped bacon.
Fry mushrooms seperately then add to the onion - bacon mix.
Lightly dust the livers in the flour mix and fry in small batched until crispy.
Add all of the above together.
Gently heat through with the cream, sherry and chillies.
Serve the liver mix on a bed of penne, great with a Shiraz.....

Wakkerstroom mornings are already crisp and we were out birding in fleeces and jackets. I booked Sunday morning birding with Lucky Ngwenya and we met him at 6, it was misty and quite cold. The mist slowed us down in finding the Yellow-breasted Pipit up on the Utrecht road out of town but that was about all we missed, it was a 'birdfest'.







Nikki had so many lifers we kept laughing at her trying to keep track, from black Crows to Botha's Lark all on the same day!




Our stop at a patch of indigenous forest, still soggy underfoot from all the rain, was the start of some exceptional sightings - Bush Blackcap and my first lifer for the day, a Brown-backed Honeybird, a rather nondescript looking bird until it flies and I saw the extensive white of its tail.














Bush Blackcap


It was a day for larks and appreciating the vast grasslands around Wakkerstroom. Red-capped Larks, Eastern Long-billed Larks, Botha's Larks, Spike-heeled Larks, and we also glimpsed Rudd's Lark with its low flight, stubby tail when Lucky flushed it near Fickland Pan.

Spike-heeled Lark and Red-capped Lark (below)










The Eastern Long-billed and Botha's Larks were the next lifers for the morning and we had opportunity to spend time watching them, particularly the Botha's, in this photo you can see his pale throat, heavy streaking and pinkish bill.



Botha's Lark












I was once again reminded about being complacent when birding. We passed a flock of Crowned Lapwings which I was quite happy to ignore when Lucky casually mentioned that there were a few Black-winged Lapwings amongst them, lifer number four!

We passed numerous Crowned Cranes, Bald Ibises, Blue Korhaans, Mountain Wheatears as we drove around the back roads looking for the larks.

Another sighting that I enjoyed was finding a Red-throated Wryneck in town on a telephone pole, once again at least a decade since I had last seen this bird.








Red-throated Wryneck on the telephone pole in town








Thanks again Nikki and Geoff for opening your home to a weekend of madcap birding, it was memory making.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Penguins of the North, Birding in Alaska

We are in Cape Town and this is the first weekend in many months that I took a break from chasing birds, except for popping out to Strandfontein SW to try find a Hottentot Teal, dipped on that quest and was feeling grumpy, hungry and did not want to be there. So the rest of the weekend we had a fine time, over a braai with Mike and Sabine and the girls on Saturday and a feast of seafood on Sunday over in Hermanus with Bri, Di, Andre and Sannet. Long glorious walk after lunch along the coastal trail, just what I needed. Glimpsed dolphins and a whale in the bay too.

Our adventure to see the Macaroni Penguin a few weekends ago reminded me to post my piece that I wrote about chasing penguins in Alaska a few summers ago.

Penguins of the North.
Summer birding in Alaska.

The Pribilof Islands are five fog blanketed islands in the vast Bering Sea. The bleak and beautiful landscape is vegetated with lush tundra grasses and exquisite wildflowers. Summer home to hundreds of thousands of cliff-dwelling seabirds and the huge rookeries of northern fur seals. Permanent home to a hardy group of Aleut people, once slaves of the fur seal harvest, now integrated into an American lifestyle and running the tourism on St. Paul Island.


Our destination is St Paul Island, Alaska, in search of exotic birding and wildlife viewing. The PenAir flight takes us three hours from Anchorage, across the Bering Sea between Alaska and Siberia, to St. Paul Island. It is one of the 5 islands of the Pribilofs, with just on 500 residents it has Alaska’s largest population of Aleut people. It is also home to the arctic fox, the rookeries of northern fur seals, a reindeer herd and in spring and summer a unique destination for adventurous birders. Birders arrive on tours organized by Tanadgusix Corp., the tribal corporation for St. Paul village and owner of the island’s only hotel.

St. Paul’s main attraction for birders is the vertical cliffs high above the Bering Sea. Crowded on the rocky ledges are the thousands of nesting seabirds, amongst them the much sought after Alcids or penguins of the north, so-called because of their similar body designs. All of the twenty or so species of Alcids share a few basic features. The birds have stout, streamlined bodies; short, narrow wings; thick, waterproof plumage; short tails and feet set well back on the body. With the scope or binoculars trained on them they are beautiful to look at with their dapper black and white plumage patterns and their droll feathers.

The nesting season on the islands is brief and one of the first species to return to the Pribilofs each spring is the Northern Fulmar, a stocky, medium-sized gull that glides stiff-winged. The swift flying Alcids arrive - the Horned and Tufted Puffins; Thick-billed and Common Murres; Parakeet, Least, Rhinoceros and Crested Auklets; Ancient Murrelets, and even though they are built for marine life they land to breed in vast numbers on the precipitous ledges, rocks and boulders of the islands. The largest of the Alcids are the Tufted Puffins; they are about the size of pigeons and weigh up to 1 kilogram. The Black-legged and Red-legged Kittiwakes, Red-faced Cormorants add diversity and noise to the colonies. Out to sea the Scaups and Harlequin Ducks demanded endless attention while the Steller’s Eider young males and King Eider females are challenging to identify.

The spring and fall migrations also attract a handful of hardy birders hoping for the thrill of a potential Asian vagrant blown off course by the notorious storm winds of the Bering Sea. Our knowledgeable guides mentioned that the best time to see the Asiatic migrants is late May and early June. Late August and early September are best for sighting unusual North American migrant land birds. More than 240 species have been identified here on the Pribilof Islands. The islands are the only accessible place some birds are seen such as the Red-legged Kittiwakes. Eighty percent of the world’s Red-legged Kittiwakes breed right here on the Pribilof Islands. Other species, such as the Red-faced Cormorant are rarely seen in such abundant numbers.

The elements are wildly extravagant on the Pribilof Islands. Summer on the islands is bleak and foggy, downright cold and the arctic July winds buffed our faces a ruddy red. The normal summer temperature range is from 2 to 10 degrees centigrade and we felt the cold because of the wind chill factor. The long daylight hours made each day feel like 2 days worth of birding, we were out for long stretches of time during the morning, afternoon and late into the evenings.

Less than an hour after our plane arrived, Andy our guide, along with binoculars, spotting scope and tripod had us hanging over the 30 meter cliffs at Tolstoi Point. In view were the puffins, we took a long breath and the arduous flight and the stressful waiting to leave the mainland was over, the shrieks and squawks from the cliffs almost as deafening as the surf and wind. The obsession with feeding and breeding is clear, the Tufted Puffins are particularly comical and I could see why the literature calls them “flying cigars” in flight. They move very quickly close to water and they feed by diving, and then flying under water with their wings in pursuit of small minnow-like fish. We also watched the Glaucous-winged Gulls pecking at seal carcasses which certainly help keep the beaches clean.

The birds’ obsession with feeding was mirrored by our own obsession and the only restaurant in town, which is more like a canteen, is at the airport and became both the meeting place as well as the refuge from the endurance birding out on the tundra. Dana was running the place; she was on St. Paul Island on contract for the summer from Anchorage and cooked volumes of wholesome Alaskan food. It was not uncommon to find reindeer sausage, halibut, crab or salmon on the buffet menu. We chatted to Taiwanese photographers, Connecticut Audubon birders, scientists, researchers, biologists, Coast Guard and government employees and the like in this bustling meeting spot. Everyone here seemed to be on the island to probe and learn more about seals, birds, plants or people.

One of the many delights is watching the birds manage their eggs on the precarious cliff edges. The Thick-billed Murre lays one pale green speckled pear-shaped egg and its shape prevents the egg from rolling off the cliff ledges. The Horned Puffins choose large crevices for nesting while the Tufted Puffins nest in the cracks or scrape a burrow in dirt on the cliffs. The social hierarchy is evident on the cliffs. Each of the different bird species has its nesting preference which minimizes the conflict between the species. The Northern Fulmars dominated the larger ledges. The Parakeet Auklets find the tiniest of cracks higher up the cliff face. The nests of the Red-legged Kittiwakes, made of grass and mud seem to balance on non-existent ledges and it’s a marvel that they do not plummet to the Bering Sea below.

Our quest was for long walks along the windswept rugged coastline and when the fog lifts, the vistas across the tundra. St Paul is less than 22 km long and 13 km wide. The island has been shaped by volcanic activity and stripped down to bare rock and stunted tundra vegetation by wind. The walking is easy on the soft spongy tundra. Amongst the cottongrass tussocks and mosses are a profusion of tundra wild flowers, the prolific purple Arctic Lupines dominate but when we slowed down and started to pay close attention to detail we were thrilled to see Arctic Forget-me-nots, Chocolate Lilies, bright yellows Alaska Poppies and the many species of cinquefoil. There are no trees on the island although the guides take much delight in showing off the few stunted introduced trees that look out of place and rather miserable. The Snow Buntings, Gray-crowned Rosy Finches and the Lapland Longspurs entertained us with their beautiful series of tinkling notes along our walks. This longspur is one of the most common small birds on the moist tundra. Like the Snow Bunting, it has a long hind toenail and runs, rather than hops.

From the observation blinds at the Northern Fur Seal rookeries, Callorhinus ursinus, we watched mothers nursing pups, males fighting over females and all the rest of this raucous smelly scene. Even though the scene looks haphazard we were told that the seal rookery is a society ruled by protocol. The number of seals are overwhelming, experts put their numbers at anywhere between 600 000 and 800 000 mammals. Northern fur seals have short, pointed faces with large rear flippers. The pups are black at birth but as they mature they become dark brown in coloration, with a pale patch on the neck.

The first time I glimpsed the arctic fox, Alopex lagopus, its size was a surprise, standing about 30 centimeters tall and no bigger than our cat back home. They were scrawny and in summer a dark nondescript grey, brown colour. We kept bumping into the foxes on our walks as they sneaked around after bird eggs on the cliffs. They are agile and nimbly climb up and down the cliffs, carrying off an egg or two in their cheeks.

There is no short cut to get to the Pribilof Islands, seemingly endless days of flying time from South Africa, a disorientating 10 hour time difference but the effort is worthwhile to be part of this island culture and to experience all it has to offer the inquisitive traveler. Our summer bird list from St. Paul Island may not be extensive but is made up for in the pleasure of watching breeding birds on a truly wild and remote island.

Travel info
Pribilof Islands birding tours are available through St Paul Island Tours from mid-May to late August. Packages range from 3 to 8 days. Most birders stay for 2 nights and rush around the island seeing the specials. We would recommend at least 3 nights to get closer to the rhythm of the island, its people and the wildlife. Prices start from $1361 per person. Contact TDX Corporation, 4300 B Street, Suite 402, Anchorage, Alaska 99503. 1-877-424-5637.
www.alaskabirding.com.
PenAir flies from Anchorage to St. Paul several times a week, 1-800-448-4226,
www.penair.com

Bird List:
Northern Fulmar, Pelagic Cormorant, Red-faced Cormorant, Northern Pintail, Tufted Duck, Greater Scaup, King Eider, Steller’s Eider, Harlequin Duck, Long-tailed Duck, Semipalmated Plover, Gray-tailed Tattler, Ruddy Turnstone, Least Sandpiper, Rock Sandpiper, Red-necked Phalarope, Glaucous-winged Gull, Black-legged Kittiwake, Red-legged Kittiwake, Common Murre, Thick-billed Murre, Pigeon Guillemot, Ancient Murrelet, Parakeet Auklet, Least Auklet, Crested Auklet, Rhinoceros Auklet, Tufted Puffin, Horned Puffin, Common Raven, Winter Wren, Lapland Longspur, Snow Bunting, Gray-crowned Rosy Finch.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Passing the 400 mark at Pafuri

Fever tree forests, magestic Nyalaberry and Jackalberry trees, marshlands, acacia thornveld, mopanis, endless views from Lanner Gorge, riverine woodland, the game drives from Parfuri Camp were a birding treat which I had so been looking forward to, its a decade since I was last this far up in the Park. We overnighted at Punda Maria on the way up, seeing the Eastern Nicator behind the shop as suggested in Birdfinder was a thrill.



We also had a lion male a meter from the Jeep within an hour of being in Kruger, even before seeing Impala.

This trip also had its mishap with Fred leaping onto a boulder which gave way, he then fell about 5 meters, ripped his ear, cracked his skull and has many abrasions all over his arms and legs. Bit more than we had bargained for on a morning game drive!















Johnson, our guide, had me in awe of his ability to mimic calls, even more so seeing that I do not have a good 'birding ear' at all. His Pearl-spotted Owlet call had the bush alive with birds protesting like mad which kept us entertained.

Hayley and I came away "pels'less" but very happy with all our sightings, she had loads of lifers. A highlight for all of us was hearing the African Wood Owls calling from our tent late on the first evening, a clear, loud and strident calling between the male and female. Fred snuck out with the torch and the owl was in the Nyalaberry right at our deck, we called Hayley and her Mom, Margie across - pyjamas and all, and we quietly took it all in. We had good sightings of the Verreaux Eagle on our night drive too. The night drives were a great help to get some nightjars onto my BBY list - the Square-tailed and Fiery-necked and the Three-banded Courser was also a big tick.


My lifers were unexpected, I had hoped for some of the local specials like a Racket-tailed Roller, but instead was delighted with an Olive-tree Warbler and Green-capped Eremomela.
The magestic Martial Eagle always impresses...

Passing the 400 mark with the Little Sparrowhawk made me feel that my objective of reseeing my list was becoming a reality, it had seemed to be creeping for a while. Given how much birding is still to come this summer I am quietly getting excited.
Also saw a Thick-tailed Bushbaby for the first time on this trip. We drove through a vast herd of Buffalo and saw a new born with its umbilical cord still evident.
We stopped in at the Pafuri Picnic Spot on the way home and Frank, the Birdlife Guide, was a great help in getting a glimpse of the Wattle-eyed Flycatcher as well as my other lifer for the trip Bohm's Spinetails.
I am grateful that my diet does not include huge crunchy crickets - this roller spent quite some on its meal.