In winter it does not rain for 6 months in Johannesburg (Or at least it shouldn’t…). This means that by mid-winter, it is dry. And dryness inevitably means grass fires – some natural, but most of them not.
I continue to be puzzled on how casually South Africans treat these small fires. As long as they are under control, they are left to burn. For example, there was a small tuft burning in the neighbourhood park. The first time I saw it, there was a park maintenance team standing next to it, but after careful consideration they left it to burn. It was still smouldering the next day (unless somehow there was a second, unrelated fire at the exact same spot.
The Hadida found it quite worrying, tho. Although a little less worrying than a little puppy charging him from behind.
Our neighbourhood has a lot of beautiful, mature trees. And they attract a lot of birds. Throughout the year we can listen to an almost continuous bird song – not all of it pretty, but nevertheless.
Ever since we had our own resident Weaver bird in our previous house, they have been among my favourite birds. There are few things more entertaining than watching them weave their nests. This one was clearly a top-notch builder, as he seems to have attracted a girl as well.
Only in South Africa will you ever share a conference venue with zeebras, wilderbeest, kudus and monkeys…
I am back… After few years of total silence, I’ve decided to revive my blog – mainly to have an outlet to post my Project 365 photos. (see short background in the page ‘Project 365’)
So, for Day 1 we went for a hike in the private farm near Pretoria. I have to say I am rusty. Despite a nice scenery, I did not get many good photos from the trip. Luckily there are always ants…
Over the years I have taken thousands of pics of African wildlife on different safaris. Here are a few. No doubt I’ll add some later on.
This baby elephant wanted to protect its herd and attacked us with enthusiasm. Enthusiasm died before it reached us. A butterfly.
Penguins are typically happy in groups. However, there is always one lone rider.
Mummy and baby in stripes
There should be limits of how personal one should be in removing flies. Buffalo and Oxpecker.
The classic yawn every wildlife photographer needs to capture.
Twins at high alert – boks in Swaziland
Finding the catch
One needs to keep an eye out while others feed.