Saturday, May 22, 2010

Kalahari Stories

It is winter here, and mornings are chilled. We cuddled in the Penthouse (roof top tent), reading aloud 'Cry of the Kalahari'.  Evenings we seek out oryx, honey badger and bat eared fox, then sprawl to soak the dying sun, harmonizing with the jackal cries.


Home....  Here be lions.

Oryx, defined


Kalahari Stories
Honey Badger feast

Jackal ~ whose cries fill the evening light

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