Vultures and hyenas do nature a great service.
A Sequence of Pics of the Purple Crested Lourie.
I photographed this lourie (turaco) in my garden. I had previously made a number of attempts to photograph these birds but to no avail. At the sight of me, they took off. This day I was fortunate, as you can see. I think those palm berries were too delicious for the bird to abandon! The... Continue Reading →
The Secret Life of Peafowl.
Can you eat a Peafowl? In Medieval times the birds were prepared by roasting and then the feathers were arranged on and around the roast. This made it appear as if the fowl was still alive! Here’s the presentation instructions from Medieval times; “wynde the skynwit the fethurs and the taile aboughtthe body, And serue... Continue Reading →
Feed the Birds.
FEED THE BIRDS. Early morning risers, Some wet to the bone, Snatching sleep Huddling on cold stone. Not much rest after a night of rain, Shelter is scarce. Trees drenched, Big rain drops, Those that make the feathers flop! Ahhh! A ray of sunshine, Breaking through the cold, purple dawn. Those still wet... Continue Reading →
Birds of Kruger National Park. 2019
(This post contains 28 images.) For many a trip to the Kruger Park is about the mammals, and yes, so it should be, I love them too! But for me the excitement is about the birds, because they could appear anywhere, even on the loneliest, dullest drive. It is like a treasure hunt - and... Continue Reading →
One Cheeky Little Hornbill!
If you think a parrot has character, wait until you meet a hornbill up close.
A Picture Poem about Forrest and Celeste, the Thick-Billed Weavers.
Over the years I have taken photos of the thick-billed weavers building their nests, and I thought the best way to make use of the photographs was to create a video with words and music. I hope you enjoy! Don' forget to turn the sound on! DID YOU KNOW? The thick-billed weaver differs from other... Continue Reading →
'THINK-OF-IT" I awoke to another quotidian morn To the silence of dawn, With just the chirp of a bulbul. Recalling blessings, I oft forget, I sent up my prayers of thanks And rose out of bed. I put the water on to boil, Looking forward to my brew, Just then I heard the song -... Continue Reading →