I am awoken by the sound of the Silver Falcons flying low over the house. And although these pilot training planes are as agile as their name sakes, flipping and twisting through the air at immensly high speeds, that is where the resemblance ends. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and wish I was still in the Krugr National Park, where I had spent the last two weeks being gradually awakened each morning to the sounds of Woodland Kingfishers. Not that everyone felt the same about the woodies; before our departure on the Pel’s expedition, Gwen asks “will we see and hear any woodies?” If you ask Gwen if she did indeed see and hear them she will most likely tell you they are by far the most common bird to be found in Kruger…..well they aren’t really, but poor Gwen didn’t manage to sleep past the woodies’ enthusiastic morning greeting…ever….and this at 4am in the morning. This led to me giggling every time a woody trilled out its unmistakable call…and laughing even harder when Gwen in a fit of irritation changed her sms alert tone from a woody calling to just a normal old celfone tone.
By the way, I receive an email from Gwen once she is back in Europe “….I miss the woodies”….