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Nesting Eagles

I know I promised a snippet on Squire Waterton….but he can wait a bit.

Today, Warren and I took our son Tim up Noordhoek Peak to show him the Black Eagle nest. We have been waiting for the right time to take him to this site. It is a fairly precipitous viewing ledge and we felt he needed to be mature/quiet enough to handle the long (often chilly) wait.

We did not have to wait very long at all before we saw one arrive at the nest to join the other (deep inside and not visible from above). There is much bringing of sticks and twigs and green matter going on at the moment. This is all very promising.

We watched them for a little over an hour. In that time we watched one of them (we like to think it was the female) feeding on a fairly large prey item, while the male looked on. Stocking up on the energy needed before popping perhaps?

Last year, the same pair started incubating on or around the 9th May, so we could be in for another treat! If they do breed again, 2012 will be their ninth consecutive breeding year, which is quite a record.

I will make a point of popping by quite regularly in the next few weeks to see if this glorious pair are successful in bringing another exquisite raptor into the world.

The blame for the extreme blogging lapse can be flung squarely at the foot of 1) nasty editing deadline and publishing wobble; 2) rather challenging small person; and 3) a stubborn running injury…

Thanks to the latter, I have hung up my running shoes (for a little bit) and taken up mountain biking and other endorphine-enducing exploits. This has gobbled up a fair bit of time (and mental energy) one way or another. But more of that later!

Today I felt like venturing into the wonderful world of Attenborough.

This is the man with the voice of the smoothest of velvety red wines, whose wisdom is boundless and whose passion and energy never fails to inspire and delight. When I hear Attenborough’s voice, I settle back into my chair and just know that what I am about to hear will be seeped in experience, intelligent insight and a thoroughly comforting sense of awe and wonder at the natural world.

It is a wonder that seems to permeate so positively and with such energy throughout all his work – even today. This despite the negativity that seems to shroud anything remotely planetary, that which we all have to digest on a daily basis.

One of my son’s Christmas presents this year (from his grandparents) was an audio-CD compilation of Sir Attenborough’s, entitled ‘New Life Stories’. It contains 3 CDs, and the running time is about 3 ½ hours. These recordings (from a BBC Radio 4 series) are written and presented by the wonderful man himself.

With his unique brand of spittle-emitting-emphatically-enthusiastic dialogue, Attenborough shares many of his various unique and amusing experiences as a nature documentary-maker/presenter of decades.

He waxes lyrical about a whole range of unique habitats, bizarre creatures and (often even more bizarre) conservationists and naturalists he has had the fortune (or misfortune!) to meet or learn more about in his long working life.

Every episode is as riveting and fascinating as the next. On our last trip north to the Kgalagadi, we listened to the whole CD set on the trip between Cape Town and Niewoudville.

We listened to the entire thing again while driving around within the park (sacrilege I do realise, but understand that we had a fairly restless 8 ½ yr old on deck).

And then ONCE again on the return journey home – a mere 6 days later.

The fact that we (including small person) were riveted every time, speaks volumes about the quality and content.

In the next few blogs I will expand on one or two of these incredible journeys or stories. These are ones that really captured my imagination.

My next blog will be about one of the world’s first seriously eccentric naturalists….Squire Warterton, of Walton Hall in Yorkshire. He was a complete and utter nutter….but a fascinating one.

It’s a story well worth waiting for…I promise.

Antidorcas marsupialis is a medium-sized brown and white antelope. It is roughly 80cm high and can run up to 90 km/hour. It is also able to leap 3.5 m high and stot, pronk or jump 15 m.

Hell, I wish I could do that.

But I am not a Springbok.

The second half of the Springbok’s latin name ‘marsupialis’ refers to the blind fold or pocket-like contraption on its back that stretches from its tail to the middle of its back. So why, you may well ask, is there this need for a Kangaroo-like pouch on an antelope in Africa? And what on earth is it doing on its back?

We found the answer to this question on a particularly good game drive from Nossob on our last trip to the Kgalagadi. Melissa (ranger/game driver) was at the helm. She shared so many amazing stories and through this, managed to turn the usually mundane into the extraordinary. This is a real art – and distinguishes the wheat from the chaff when it comes to rangers on night drives.

The story is thus:

When the male Springbok is doing what male Springboks do best (strutting their stuff and trying to show off their infinite strength and prowess before a gaggle of fascinated females) they do a wonderful stiff-legged trot and jump into the air with their backs arched. Every few paces or so, they lift this hidden crest/pouch affair and this causes the white hairs to stand up in a classic fan shape.

At the same time, a strong scent of rank sweat is emitted.

This, of course, is guaranteed to coax even the shiest of Springbok females out from behind the camel thorn tree.

I mean really, wouldn’t you?

The whole performance is dubbed ‘pronking’ and it stems from the Afrikaans word – to boast or show off.

Another theory is that pronking is a way for these animals to show that they know they have been spotted by a predator and that they are now showing off their supreme fitness and strength.

In this way (they reckon) the predator should thus be encouraged to rather go off and find someone else who cannot jump as high/far/elegantly with the same degree of stinky, sweaty white bum fluff as they can.

All very complex.

Whatever the reason, they always make it look as though they’re having a whale of a time. And one hopes that they are!

(With huge thanks to superstock.com for the shamelessly searched for and found photo…we didn’t manage to get a beautiful backlit shot of a pronking male on this last trip. Maybe next time.)

Faces

Not many words today.

Just a few little faces and big eyes, with stories behind them all.

Tim took the yellow mongoose photo. Helps to be up close and at eye level with these guys. They are fairly tame around the camp, which helps. Such characters.

We spotted the gorgeous wide-eyed Verreux’s (Giant) Eagle Owl youngster in a tree by the road. He was very loud and indignant about something and his poor long-suffering Mum spent alot of time trying to hop away from him for a break!

(Don’t I know how she feels!)

Gecko TV

The African bush comes alive at night time. The heat seeps away, the crickets crank up their violins and those further down in the food pyramid stare wide-eyed into the blackness and ready themselves for their endless night vigil. Nostrils flare, ears pivot constantly and big cats with rumbling bellies begin to stir.

The Kgalagadi is no exception. Early evenings are beautiful. It is my favourite time of day by a long shot. I love the light that makes the sand blush and profiles everything with a tangerine tint.

The Zulus have a saying for this time of day: ‘Abantu bahle…The people are beautiful’.

I love the bush smells that seem to intensify as the sun takes a bow to the moon. The barking geckos start to click and bark and a little later into the evening, the jackals and hyenas will have a little ‘Kalahari’s Got Talent’ sing-song…

Oh to have night vision and a special protective bubble (like The Incredibles) and to wander about quietly and watch it all play out. It would be extraordinary!

Back in our camp, we set up our own entertainment fest, with what Tim has always called ‘Gecko TV’. It keeps us all riveted for hours and involves watching the flying ants, Christmas beetles and all manner of invertebrates fall prey to the ever vigilant little gang of geckos. These guys lurk in the tent flap and make the most of the feast that comes right to their doorstep – the solar powered light. Beetles, moths and flies – they’re just lambs to the slaughter.

The entertainment factor is huge! We have ‘races’ – “My gecko got more than your gecko!”….

Sometimes we (Tim) have been known to cheat a bit. If one (Tim) stands with a torch up against the tent to encourage bugs to settle at the light stream, you can get ‘your’ gecko to guzzle more. A winning formula. They snap and crunch and munch, crispy wings protruding from their mouths, and you can just see their little bellies sag as the body count hits the 20′s.

Tim got so excited watching it all one night he decided to sample one of the bugs himself. Well, why the hell not? Good for a gecko, good for me! His conclusion?

“Hmm…..quite nice, actually!”

(Though it has to be said, he grabbed my gin and tonic and took a loud slurp to wash it all down….)

This little guy is a Cape gecko or Cape thick-toed gecko approaching his umpteenth hapless bug!

Loners

Those of you who know me know that I am not the most sociable of creatures. I tend to shy away from large crowds or parties. I prefer small groups of friends I know well. Better still, I prefer to just be alone – in the mountains or somewhere unconfined and peaceful.

I guess this would explain my affinity for leopards. They too are fairly aloof animals who appear more than happy on their own.


Despite being socially challenged, I have to admit that one meets pretty interesting people in the Kgalagadi!

On this last trip, we met some great, like-minded folk – people who just love the bush, bird fanatics and people (like us) who just get high on all that big sky, red-sand-soul-food.

You generally get chatting to people in the camp swimming pool…where, hippo-like, we all bob about in fairly close proximity (the pools are small), cooling off our sun-baked bodies. We too (in a uniquely human way), humph, flick our ears and flare our nostrils at one another…sharing stories of sightings and experiences of the mornings and evenings. It is a great way to find out where the bat-eared fox dens are, where a territorial male leopard likes to hang out, or where there is a barn owl nest.

That sort of thing.

One can travel for fairly long distances in the park and not see a soul (a bonus in my book!), but there are sometimes advantages to meeting up with some people along the road, particularly when they look as though they know what they are doing (somehow you can just tell them apart from the touristy types who just want to see ‘ze lions and cheetahs’).

We met one such fellow on this trip…

On our drive from the Nossob side to the Mata side (to get to our next camp, Kalahari Tented), we were cruising along and I suddenly spotted something in a tree. I knew it was a leopard and shrieked at Warren to stop and reverse. I then looked back and saw a dusty red Golf approaching….so I suggested to Warren and Tim that we just stop and pretend to be rooting around in bags, so that said Golf would continue on his merry way and we could watch our leopard on our own.

Shockingly selfish, I know.

Told you I was unsociable. Yet, there is nothing worse, in my view, for these poor creatures than having five or more cars right ontop of them, sometimes with their engines running!

Turns out, Mr Golf had also ‘spotted’ our leopard….and was staying put, long camera lens at the ready. Dammit.

We reversed slowly to get a better view and as we passed him, rolled down our window and had a bit of a chat. I could see he had a bunch of photos in a ‘homemade’ booklet on his lap and was flicking through it. He had been tipped off about this particular female, so had known where to look. We were incredibly lucky to have seen her, he said!

We reversed a little more and sat for ages to watch her. She was glorious. Intense, passive, extraordinary! We then moved the vehicle a little to get to a better vantage point. Again, we passed Mr Golf and this time I asked whether he was a researcher.

Turns out he is an astronomer at UCT, but in his spare time, has been identifying leopards, taking photos and accumulating data on them in the reserve. This has never been done before, so the figure on the park brochures of ‘150 leopard’ is something of a thumb suck! Astounding stuff.

I have been in touch with Matthew since our return, and he has just updated the guide with new photos and data.
Click here to get to the guide.

Thanks to Matthew Schurch (friendly star gazing/leopard spotting chap), we now know that ‘our’ female in a tree is called ‘Tsamma’ (a lovely name after the sought after tsamma melons seen lying about in the park). It is not known whether she is a mother, but Matthew subsequently saw her cosy-ing up with a male (called Barolong) in the area, so there could be a pair of big-eyed mini-Tsammas in the offing in a few months!

Is she not completely beautiful?

The following is an extract from Matthew’s guide. I urge you to print it out and take it with you if you go to the park. Spread the word, and let’s get this out there. The conservation benefits for these elusive and glorious creatures could potentially be huge.

‘This guide is to aid in the identification of the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park leopards both whilst in the field and back at home on the computer. It has been compiled from the sightings reported in the SANParks online forum and by the authors.

Careful attention has been made to ensure that no duplicate leopards are presented through the thorough comparison of the spot patterns of all the leopards. A combination of facial markings (spots, and whisker patterns) and side rosettes have been used for all identifications. Where possible pictures representing the sides of the head and body are presented as well as a frontal facial picture. The reported details (sex, paternity, offspring, and range etc.) have been summarised from that reported in the forum, some of this information is well confirmed whilst some is more speculative…. ‘

Sizzling

We got back from the Kgalagadi last week. There are so many photos to share, but we’re still wading through them all. I have some great stories and snippets which I will bring to you over the next few weeks.

It was SIZZLING up there! On our hottest day, the mercury inched a little above the 45°C mark. The park is parched, and we had several days where hungry bush fires raged and boiled beyond the boundaries and within the park. On one or two evenings massive storm clouds gathered up their skirts and danced cheekily, the sky made promising rumbles, lightning sliced up the sky and a damp-smelling hot wind churned up the dust in the river bed. Yet always, there were just one or two tantalizing drops to show for it.

The swimming pool at our second camp was out of order on Day 2. “Too little water”, our camp manager said, shaking his head… “No rain since early December!” They are having to suck water from deep, deep below ground using generators throughout the day to keep the water holes going and to provide water for guests.

Despite all that, we saw some fantastic creatures and made some wonderful memories. A highlight for me has to be when we were out on an evening drive. A fat, perfectly round orange full moon shimmied its way up into the sky.. and as if to celebrate its magnificence, at that very moment, a massive dark-maned lion strutted his stuff beneath it and roared several times. There is nothing quite like that sound, especially when so close. It goes right through you.

Two other highlights were our leopard and meerkat sightings…both were on Tim’s wish list before we headed up this time, so it was wonderful to spend time sitting and watching both.

More stories and photos to come soon…

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