Tag: wildlife

Good things, rubbish things

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Ag, let’s get the rubbish out of the way. We’re back home (that’s ok, not rubbish), but we’ve brought some crappy virus with us. To be expected perhaps, sharing a car for several (or more) hours with several (or more) people. It’s nothing serious, just one of those things that makes you feel crap for a while and then goes away. But yes, it does make you feel crap for a while, and yes, that’s rubbish.

The rest of the trip was pretty cool, though. I played a lot of taxi and let the kids (ha!) get on with their own thing. And I think that suited all of us quite well. But we still did spend some time together, enjoying the fresh air and the wildlife that the Agulhas National Park has to offer. Yesterday was an odd weather day with occasional gorgeous light, and a pretty sunset:

We headed out to Brandfontein, on a mini self-drive Cape safari. And we saw quite a bit for a winter outing…
From the classic Ostrich (after which Struisbaai was allegedly named) in that weird late morning light:

A bit of Grey Rhebok action later on:

Not forgetting a springing bok, but not a Springbok (although we did see some of them too) – this is a Steenbok:

And one should never miss a shot of an African Black Oystercatcher passing by over a huge Atlantic swell:

Thankfully, these guys are fairly ubiquitous along the Agulhas coast, but there are three times fewer of them left in the wild than the White Rhino, (and about seven times fewer than the Blue Crane). It’s strange that we don’t hear about the plight of our birds as much as our mammals. To me, at least.

There will be a battle going on in my upper respiratory tract tonight. Tomorrow morning, I expect to be either 100% or completely broken. Leaning towards to latter, hoping for the former.

Either way – this was a great few days away.

Oh deer

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Right. Back from Agulhas a bit early so that I can fit in a friendly game of football this evening. And it was a good journey back, with only several near death experiences. Honestly, driving in South Africa really is something very special. And making it safely to your destination is even more remarkable.

We’ve left behind the peace and quiet of the Southern Tip for the ongoing building work next door, with the constant drone of the jackhammer welcoming us back. Again. It is already very wearing.

But before we left, we did see this girl out of the front window. Watching us, watching her:

This is a Cape Grysbok (Raphicerus melanotis) resplendent in full winter coat. I’m guessing female, because there are no visible horns, but there is quite a lot of eye-shadow.

It’s been a great few days away, with some good exercise and some amazing wildlife, from whales through to geckoes, this bokkie, more than one mongoose, and loads of birds including fish eagle, spoonbills, ostrich, a defaecating cormorant, and that petrel.

I can already hardly wait until next time.

Day 536 – Frerg

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After 25 minutes of standing in the drizzle yesterday morning, I was reminded of the 1989 hit Getting Away With It by supergroup Electronic:

“I’ve been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose”

But actually, my primary aim was to find a frog, which I eventually did.

It wouldn’t have been hard to find him if he’d been sitting on the grass like this. But he wasn’t, of course.

The Cape Rain Frogs in our area are vocal little things keep us awake all night when it rains, but they are notoriously difficult to locate because they are small (5cm long), well camouflaged and hide in tiny little burrows under the vegetation. When they’re quiet, you literally wouldn’t know that they were there. So I used the occasional croaks to home in on this little guy bit by bit, before finding him and ever so gently easing him out of his hole to meet the kids and the camera.

When he was making a noise and I was actively searching, at least anyone watching me would have know that I was doing something. For the other 95% of the time, I was just standing silently and attentively in the rain. It must have looked odd.
Fortunately(?), the rest of the family was still in bed.

After a few photos and some education, we popped him back safely in his little hole, ready to continue chatting to his local friends and to warn us of the next nocturnal precipitation.

Day 387 – Nature, innit?

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A few photos as promised.

Mole snake on the beach. Cape Bunting in the bushes. Cape Spurfowl in the garden.

Better than bathrooms, right?

One cool thing I noticed was the reflection of me and my daughter in the eye of the snake:

… we remained a respectful distance away. Promise.

Day 219 – Memories and naps

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219 – that used to be the MW frequency for Manx Radio.

Manx Radio. Two! One! Nine!

…was the jingle. I’m sure that you are singing along in your head as I am in mine. Those were, as they like to tell us, the days.

I don’t think you’d advertise a show over there (or anywhere else, really) with that sort of headline right now.

But I digress. Often.

We’re down in Agulhas and I’ve spent the morning cutting back the fynbos and cleaning out the braai area. I did have plans for a mid-afternoon nap, but suddenly I feel that a pre-mid-afternoon nap nap may be called for.

You should hear what I’m got planned for the early evening.

(Actually, I have a couple of Only Connect shows to catch up on…)

It’s been a heavy, disturbed, stressful week and the fresh air, sunshine and peace and quiet are exactly what we needed.

And the wildlife is enjoying the springtime too: skinks, scorpions, a mongoose and several (or more) really large moths around yesterday, together with some White Stork, Glossy Ibis and Ostrich on the way down here. And then, just before a very early bedtime, a pair of Spotted Eagle Owls and some passing Black-Crowned Night Herons yesterday evening.

Idyllic. Idyllic, but all rather tiring. Nap time.