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Mike Kilburn
Five years ago my godmother very kindly invited my mother, my wife and I and my sister's family (five, including six-year old twins!) to spend three weeks in Kenya with her to celebrate my mother's 80th birthday. She and my mother had shared a flat and - I kid you not - a butler called Jeeves in Mombassa in their early twenties. OK that requires an explanation. My godmother was born and raised in Kenya in the days when it was common to have multiple servants. Jeeves - an elderly Kenyan - man was despatched by my godmother's father to take care of her and her friend, who had newly arrived from England to work for British United Airways.
Anyway... fast forward 50-odd years to 2016 and eight of us descended on my godmother's house in the northern suburbs of Nairobi and a garden absolutely full of birds. I had bought a new camera - a Sony RX10iii - especially for this trip and spent every spare moment enjoying the terrific diversity on show in the garden and on the small pond at the bottom of the slope below. This was not my first visit to Kenya. I had also spent 5 weeks visiting my godmother as a brand new birder in my teens back in the 1980s, and twice visited South Africa in the 90s, so I had a vague familiarity with East African birds.
All of that was long enough ago that everything seemed new and exciting, starting with the pair of Hadeda Ibises that stalked the lawn first thing every morning. They were joined there by a handsome piebald Cape Wagtail and several African Collared Doves, but the real action was around the bird feeders and the trees surrounding the small pond and a very English bird bath in one corner of the garden. These included three weavers. The full-hooded paroptus Black-headed and reichenowi Baglafect's Waevers were best separated by the dark neck stripe down the golden yellow breast of the former, while the female Baglafect's had a neat black cap and the male a classic black bandit mask - both against golden yellow face and underparts. Both sexes looked so bright it took me a good while to figure out they weren't males of two different species. Thankfully Stevenson and Fanshawe's Birds of East Africa illustrated all the relevant sexes and races. It proved to be a solid high quality ID guide throughout the trip. Easier to identify was the impressively primeval Grosbeak Weaver. Once again both male and female birds were on view. As I look at these again this bird just grows and grows on me - both the spot-breasted female and the rough-hewn splendour of the male.
Anyway... fast forward 50-odd years to 2016 and eight of us descended on my godmother's house in the northern suburbs of Nairobi and a garden absolutely full of birds. I had bought a new camera - a Sony RX10iii - especially for this trip and spent every spare moment enjoying the terrific diversity on show in the garden and on the small pond at the bottom of the slope below. This was not my first visit to Kenya. I had also spent 5 weeks visiting my godmother as a brand new birder in my teens back in the 1980s, and twice visited South Africa in the 90s, so I had a vague familiarity with East African birds.
All of that was long enough ago that everything seemed new and exciting, starting with the pair of Hadeda Ibises that stalked the lawn first thing every morning. They were joined there by a handsome piebald Cape Wagtail and several African Collared Doves, but the real action was around the bird feeders and the trees surrounding the small pond and a very English bird bath in one corner of the garden. These included three weavers. The full-hooded paroptus Black-headed and reichenowi Baglafect's Waevers were best separated by the dark neck stripe down the golden yellow breast of the former, while the female Baglafect's had a neat black cap and the male a classic black bandit mask - both against golden yellow face and underparts. Both sexes looked so bright it took me a good while to figure out they weren't males of two different species. Thankfully Stevenson and Fanshawe's Birds of East Africa illustrated all the relevant sexes and races. It proved to be a solid high quality ID guide throughout the trip. Easier to identify was the impressively primeval Grosbeak Weaver. Once again both male and female birds were on view. As I look at these again this bird just grows and grows on me - both the spot-breasted female and the rough-hewn splendour of the male.