Final days at CCF
My final days at CCF were both sad and happy; sad because I
was saying goodbye to a lot of friends (some human, some furry, some a bit of
both), sad because I was also saying goodbye to my whole life that I’d led for
the last year in Africa, complete with everything that came with it; but happy
to be going back to old friends and the stability of being back in the UK (and
not having to worry about what animal might try to kill me and what my medical
bill will be!). Plus, I do admit that I
was pretty excited to be going back to a country that serves both Dr Pepper and
Starbucks in most towns!
On one of the last days at CCF I went out to collect some
camera traps from the waterholes that were counted during the annual waterhole
survey. When driving along the airstrip,
we came across a family of ostriches (complete with mum, dad, older daughter
and 11 newborn chicks!). It was very
cute to see them and we tried to snap a few pics of them as they walked away
from us down the airstrip. We then got back in the car to continue our journey,
but birds being bird-brained, they’re not the most intelligent creatures on
earth and decided to traverse through the landscape using the road that we were
trying to drive along. They were our
stalemate for about 10 mins, slowly jogging in front of the car and not getting
out of the way. Finally, being that we
were pressed for time, we tried to get them out of the way by driving up close
to them to urge them to move either side of the road. This worked, although we later realised that
we must have scared one chick, who had instinctually laid down in the bushes
with its whole head and neck against the floor to camouflage itself (newborn
chicks are the colour of dry grass so this technique works really well). I felt very guilty about splitting a family
up, so decided to rescue the poor chick and take it back to its mum and dad,
who had trotted off down the road in front of us. The thought did cross my mind that this
little bird might try to peck the hell out of me when picking it up, but
fortunately it didn’t; in fact, it just sat their in my hands as I ran down the
road in a comical fashion towards its rightful parents. I let it go and off it went towards its mum
and dad. A job well done.
Running with the ostrich chick to its parents
A female kudu jumping over a fence during our drive to collect camera traps
I shall be updating this blog a bit more in the next week or
two with tales of my travels across southern Africa on the overland truck tour,
so stay tuned!



Comments
Post a Comment