It’s Monday 29th October 2007 and the Bush Babes


It’s Monday 29th October 2007 and the Bush Babes

Well the season has started to change. Robin always tells us about how the new and full moon bring on change of weather. After twenty years of hearing this, and trust me we hear it all through the rains, I think he may be right! The new moon brought on clouds and some dramatic rains storms. Last night in bed, we actually had a cold wind blowing through. Of course I have been keeping my fingers crossed for late rain as we are hosting two BBC film crews who are camping in the bush. Big storms are not appreciated. But what can a girl do.

the escarpmentlight and rain

And it was full moon on Friday so has the weather changed back again? Well Robin, it is still stormy in the evenings and we are having “monkey weddings” (rain and sun together – these shot taken from our house!). So not entirely convinced yet again. But the storms have left the air crystal clear and after two months of hazy and close horizons we can finally see the escarpment, sixty kms away. What a joy this is to me. Wonderful

warthogleopard cub (hidden)

What does this bring? We already have all the baby warthogs a leaping. Very much like all young things, they run about, jump in the air and chase each other for no apparent reason. Not to be left out Two Two at Tena Tena, the resident leopard, had cubs this week (should be kittens?). Rocky were with the lucky regulars, Richard and Mary Chaplin, and saw her in a bush with two babes, or possibly three – unconfirmed sighting as they say. If you look hard at this pic you can see a tiny round head below the whiskers. The red-necked falcons have chicks (see on the top frond, adult below) and the wire-tailed swallow eggs at the apex of the bar roof have hatched into squawking hungry chicks.

red-necked falconswire-tailed swallow chicks

Robin zipped up to Tena Tena yesterday and whilst in the “office” (a grass hut behind the kitchen) talking to Cat, she suddenly said “lion!”. Looking up he saw a female pouncing onto one of the resident warthogs next to the dinning room! Everyone ran to the grass fence for a better view. The lion looked up, the warthog who was of course squealing loudly, managed to wriggle out of the way but the lion pounced again with a firm grip. By now all the staff were running out of the kitchen to view this spectacle. The lioness looked up again and this time the warthog managed to make a break !! Very dramatic. But what they did not know was meanwhile, at tent 5 three large male lions were walking from the car park to the tent, then past the tent and along the front. Richard and Mary happened to be staying in tent 5 and luckily were, at the time, driving along the ridge behind camp! So they got a photo. I am sure that will be shown around a few dinner tables in the UK ! Wow.

Lion in campLion in camp

Moving on to Christmas. Every year, instead of Christmas presents, people send through donations. Of course always gratefully received. This year I am going a step further. A wonderful calendar will be sent to anyone who gives a donation of GBP20 / US$40 or more to the Kawaza School Fund between now and the end of the year. To make a donation.

Calendar covercalendar picture

Or you could buy a copy of Safari Dreaming. For the rest of 2007 we are offering this at a special price of GBP 20 / US$40 plus post and packing (this is 50% less then usual price). Of this GBP 5 / US$ 10 will go the Kawaza School fund.

calendar pictureSafari Dreaming jacket

Finally a reminder of the wonderful elephant dung Christmas cards. Details of elephant dung cards are on the kawaza.org web site

I note that Christmas Eve is a full moon this year – great for our traditional Luangwa carol singing. Remember that will bring on change of weather (or not) but the question is from what to what. I will have to check out Robin’s theory again.

This is the last Monday before my annual migration to the UK for the annual World Travel Market. Fiona will step in for me. So talk to you in three weeks. Have a lovely time and remember to pick the daisies.

Jo

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