Putting The Meerkats To Bed
We visited a den in the late afternoons and followed the nine family members as they finished their foraging for the day. Then like clockwork, as the sun was setting, . .
We visited a den in the late afternoons and followed the nine family members as they finished their foraging for the day. Then like clockwork, as the sun was setting, . .
Twenty-nine years ago almost to the month, I boarded a plane for Africa. I was headed to Botswana to teach math as a Peace Corps Volunteer (PCV).
One of the more interesting conservation projects here in Southern Africa is the dramatic attempt to save the remaining rhinos.
Camp Kalahari is a small “primitive” camp located on the northern side of the Makgadikgadi Pans in Botswana.
In the old Peace Corps days, we were hard-pressed to find any vegetables in Botswana besides cabbage and onion. Our choices of meat were beef, beef, and more beef and then, maybe goat for a little change of pace.
We were enthralled and enchanted as we watched this group of males clean themselves and each other seemingly for hours.
We have now completed the “Ugly” list and have checked off the Spotted Hyena along with those other unfortunate animals considered too ugly for even their parents to love.
A short distance on we came upon the leopard resting under a bush. Enthralled we watched him for a good hour. Every wink, ear twitch, and tail movement was recorded.
There is nothing quite like bathing in an outdoor shower and then sitting on your deck in your fluffy towel watching elephants fifty yards out as they feed and cool themselves in the waters of the Okavango Delta.