Martin, great photos - I'd love to see one of those owls!
Sal - looking forward to seeing some pics from your trip
Oh dear, now I am beginning to feel guilty! I have about 3 000 pics to wade through! But I will start a report and post a couple now just to keep you going!
Kruger
We arrive at the Crocodile bridge.The sun is out, the plentiful water sparkles, a slight breeze ruffles our hair and the bush on the far side looks green and healthy. Quietly the world slows down, matched beat-for-beat by our heart-rates. On the little island just below us are
Reed Cormorants;
Blacksmith Lapwings and
Egyptian Geese call loudly as they fly past and land on the far side; a couple of
Grey Herons fish from the left bank. Beyond them is a
Goliath Heron standing regally immobile in its purple garb. Eventually we get back into the car and drive with great contentment across the bridge to book in.
The bush smells different at this time of the year. More earthy somehow; warm and moist, with an underlying tang of green, crushed grass. We see a few birds as we drive up the tar:
Long-tailed Shrikes, Yellow Hornbills, Cape Glossy Starlings, Neddicky, Yellow-eyed Canary and
Yellow-billed Kite and we are astonished by the bursting greenery that is everywhere. At Afsaal, we see
Blue-eared Glossy Starlings, Red-billed Hornbills and the resident
Scops Owl.After seeing some lion, we decide to go to Biyamiti weir. So we set off along the H2 – 2 and very soon find a beautiful
Bateleur in a tree which poses amicably whilst we take photos. Some
Arrow-marked Babblers are perched in the bushes, strangely still and silent, wings loose and beaks open against the heat (by now it is 40C!). A little water is flowing over the weir when we reach it, just enough to make the road wet, but there is very little to be seen, other that a Grey Heron standing silently in the water above the road, and several open-beaked
Water Thick-knees lining the pool on the other side. They are indulging in hefty gular flutters. We have a cup of tea here before turning round and heading back towards Berg-en-Dal. On the way back we pick up
Blue Waxbills and a
Brown Snake Eagle perched upright in the top of another naked tree. The temperature has now risen to an overwhelming 42.5C and we are driving along with windows open and the air-con on. It feels rather like being inside a giant hair dryer that is going full blast . . . .
A beautiful group of giraffe cross the road in front of us and start picking over the vegetation on the right. Behind them, in ludicrous contrast, scuttle a flock of
Helmeted Guineafowl. and a
Burchell's Glossy Starling flies over to join its mates in the tree that the giraffe are feeding on. A
Woodland Kingfisher calls and we find it in a tree, happy to pose for our cameras – we are so much lower than we would be in the Rav, the pics are all taken of the underside of the bird! A
Lilac-breasted Roller tumbles from the sky in a vivid electric flash, lands on the road in front of us and takes off almost immediately in a flurry of turquoise when it sees us. Three
Crowned Plovers stalk about in the low grasses on the side of the road. Then we see a
Diedrick’s Cuckoo, Red-billed Hornbill, and a
Swainson’s Spurfowl looking little bit paler than normal.
Once we get to the Berg-en-Dal road we come across
Grey Hornbills and back in camp, walking along the river path, we add
Natal Francolin Pied and
Giant Kingfisher to the list, plus
Cape Robin and
Kurrichane Thrush