A mosaic of doves.

A mosaic of doves.

When the sun’s rays are at a low angle and the heat of the day is dissipating into the cool of the night, animals and birds come for a drink. The waterholes are busy and the unwary are in trouble. We sat by a waterhole before sundown and waited. Nothing. Well,...
My first caracal ever.

My first caracal ever.

It was the dead hours in the Kgalagadi, sun shining high in the sky, animals looking for cover from the blistering heat, and we were driving along among the dunes just hoping for something interesting to come along. A movement barely visible in the red sand on the...
The King of the Aoub.

The King of the Aoub.

It was early morning in the deep winter and the sun was late rising. We had just entered the Kgalagadi and were heading out on a Game drive with the sun rising to our right, heading north on the Nossob road. The mornings are simply awesome in the Kgalagadi and we were...