I hesitate to post a post without pictures yet but they will come on the weekend.
Meantime I wanted to say what a fantastic time we had staying at Sirheni bush camp last Tuesday and Wednesday.
Yes a whole two nights of serene bliss.
The Northern parts of the Kruger are my personal favourite.
Hardly any cars the wonderful stillness and hot sun baked earth.
This is the second time I've stayed at Sirheni the last a few years ago was a little more exciting weather wise as we had mammoth electric storms and heavy rains, quite dramatic.
This time the first rains had come just a few days before, already lush green beneath the taller blonde grasses of the dry.
But it was hot, very hot and no more rain fell while we were there.
I am always keen to find the local inhabitants of a camp when I arrive.
The resident skinks and snakes and nesting birds and the like.
My first was a tiny bat that had taken up under our roof, no more than a Ping-Pong ball covered in fluff.
At first I thought it was a giant spider when it shuffled suddenly crawling in the thatch with its skinny black boney wings, it ears hid in fur.
Then I looked below to see if there were any droppings and sure enough the table was covered in neat little fresh mouse like droppings, then I made out a nose and little round eyes.
Fantastic, no idea what kind of bat it was but it was delightful.
I quickly remove the table covered in droppings and gave it a wash, placing at a safe distance, thoughts of Ebola fresh in my memory.
Still I was delighted it shared our hut.
Our first night drive with Allen was fantastic, he is a very good guide the best we had in the park, quite, sincere, knowledgeable and friendly.
We spotted three snake species, a large sub-adult rock python a cobra and a rinkhals, a leopard, elephant, a few genets, a family of spotted hyaena cubs, three owl species, small cute (tiny big as cherry glass) pearl spotted, scopes and an eagle owl.
Then coming back we were surprised by baby crocs sprinting into the bush, this was something I never knew.
After the rains the tiny crocs leave the main body of water and take up in puddles along the road eating frogs and insects and other little things.
Next morning we looked into each puddle first thing and sure enough you could see the little triangular heads at the surface.
On our last day as we were leaving the area we spotted a single male lion beneath a tree, in his prime healthy and solid. A wonderful farewell.
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