Showing posts with label limpopo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label limpopo. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Reflections with an old Pel

Under the looking glass... Pel's me old pal?

A fortnight ago we spent some time in Pafuri (Limpopo Province, South Africa) in the far north of the Kruger National Park famous for its Crooks, clandestine military traffic & its avifauna. We returned there this last weekend on the strength of a single feather we found drifting on the Luvuvhu River (named for the Venda word muvuvhu or River Bushwillow).

On a whimsical leap of faith based wholly on personal experience, a liberal dose of good intent and the desire to add a single species to our 800 Challenge list, we gathered our 'stuff' & paid our dues. Was I sure that the feather was from a Pel's Fishing-Owl? In all honesty, no. That feather drifting 30 feet below could have fallen from a cast of candidates, not least of all an Egyptian Goose, a common resident on my lawn.

Moonlight reflections

If wisdom is an acceptance of our own humanity & perhaps too the realisation that the more we know, the less we know we know, then fortunately we have much to learn for wisdom is as rare as the dodo, a creature lost to irrational excess.

Under a late winter's sky my old pal Pel's had me reflecting; a touch upstream from the mainstream. For all money it's not pretty.

I recently submitted, unwittingly I might add, a checklist to the SABAP2 database inclusive of a single Burchell's Starling for the pentad nearest Punda Maria (KNP), a species hitherto unrecorded in that area.

Embedded in the program is a 'garbage-in, garbage out' safety-catch; a precautionary rider eliminating a likely misidentity & based on emperical knowledge. Where birds have not been previously recorded the database generates a full ORF (Out of Range Form). Simplistically, the ORF is part of the discovery process to establish legitimacy. I confess my initial response was one of indignation. A Burchell's Starling is as obvious as the day is long..!! A wise response to a routine inquiry? Not exactly...

Lark-like Bunting - KNP & also 'out of range'..
By extrapolation, posts on social media sites casting doubt on the veracity of recent sightings, old sightings.. any sightings and the irrational demand for conclusive evidence or in situ declaration of guilt in absentia is a condemnation born of ignorance and is not wise. Dishonest claims are merely echoed shouts when no one cares to listen. It adds nothing of personal value to the dishonest claimant but commensurately diminishes none at all from the community at large.

An unqualified interpretation of intent or agenda is an unsolicited opinion, which should remain unspoken. It's not our place to conjure up assumption.

Innuendo and or suggestive or subliminal accusation is written-trickery & as ephemeral as a Force 12 gale. It's an unpolished game of smoke & mirrors which endures; a shallow necklace of hollow victory.

A defensive response to a grossly immature and or irrational accusation is not wise; so too the condemnation of opinion or an image posted on a Facebook group, considered out of bounds or extralimital of the group's founding parameters. This too is not wise.

The suggestion that the photography of birds has condemned the 'art of bird-watching' whatever that is & from someone who should know better, is not wise. Clothes, they say, do not make the man, nor does his glass or accessory elective.
Bohm's Spinetail - [Pafuri (Aug) KNP]

Keeping a list / not keeping lists of species seen or heard is a personal record of events out in the field, any field. Deriving an artificial hierarchy or sprouting song is an exercise of foolishness. Ship-assisted, wind-aided or carried by flood, hurricane & storm is a self-imposed, introspective limitation on a personal list. To diminish another's recorded list is never wise. What place have we? This disingenuous pecking order makes us peckers, nothing more.

Condescension, casual dismissal, brittle arrogance, envy and self-styled relevance is as foolish as winter rain & a polygamous short-sale to the highest bidder. This too is not wise.

Dickinson's Kestrel - a regional rarity

The Pel's alluded me again but I could have sworn that feather had me close... Reminds me of another shore-based urban Pel's. Strange & surely not? Play the leaves as they fall..

I offer no apology nor do I make inference however inferred, interpreted or insinuated. Attach little relevance to these words. These are my words & this shoe fits me well. The journey lies ahead. Walk on.






















































Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Ven-da cold winds blow, head north...

Baobab (Adansonia digitata) - the upside-down tree

Most outdoorsmen speak kindly of the piece of earth they call home. They wouldn't be outdoorsmen, by rightsif they thought otherwise.

There are also, as we know, the charlatans of the woods who speak volumes of God & Country in an act of one-upmanship for anyone naive enough to fall for the rhetoric. It becomes an exercise of futility, therefore, to lay claim to 'The most beautiful country on earth' without appearing boorish or brash. Even so, you would be hard-pressed, by anyone's definition, to find a more diversely spectacular country anywhere. South Africa is truly blessed.

In our southern hemisphere winter, from late May to August, the weather, by northern hemisphere standards, is mild enough to spend a pleasant day outdoors, most days. There are, however, the odd occasions when the southern ocean winds drive even the hardened few inside. Rather than endure a smoke-filled room and the subsequent headache after a red or two, outdoorsmen head north-east; far north-east to the Tropic of Capricorn where the winter sun is always warm.
Early-morning mists over the Albasini dam near Elim (Limpopo)

Home to a people of character and a lasting cultural identity, colloquial 'Venda' is quintessentially the 'Garden of South Africa' for which the Limpopo province is known. It's a region of contrasts, none more surreal than around the town of Louis Trichardt. Here bushveld, inselbergs, mountains, indigenous forests, unclaimed wilderness and farm mosaics can be safely crisscrossed in less time than it takes to say Entabeni Forest which is where we were headed.
Crested Guineafowl - Elvis would smile quietly to hisself..

This afromontane forest in the Eastern Soutpansberg mountains is home to Black-fronted Bush-Shrike, Bat Hawk & Scaly-throated Honeyguide; all of which we needed for our 800 Challenge. 

Centrally-based at Shiluvari Lodge (Wild Pear) on the Albasini Dam, near Louis Trichardt, we spent a quiet Saturday at Kruger's Pafuri for one or two localised specials ahead of Sunday's more deliberate assault on the afromontane forests for the less-conspicuous birds on the Venda itinerary.

For the Venda leg we employed the services of Samson, a local guide and someone we'd met years before when both he & 'we' were new to the birding fraternity.
Dark Chanting Goshawk - a bird we later banded.
Samson is quietly spoken but knows the area well. We were after one or two specific birds rather than the general smorgasbord the area is renowned for.

Diversity - enthralling
Kliphuis - Entabeni Forest, shrouded in mist
Our attack on the slopes, so to speak, was somewhat different and timing, therefore, became more important than would otherwise have been the case. By way of example we spent six hours looking for Blue-spotted Wood Dove at Royal Macadamia's Muirhead dam on the Levubu river. Our first attempt at finding the bird failed. It was only much later on a revisit to the same spot that we were fortunate to find a single bird feeding on crushed macadamia nuts.

Adjusting to our tempo, out the gates, was a shock for Samson but like most professionals he soon caught on. That said, the 6:30 am start at Entabeni was a gross miscalculation of the elements and a mistake. A soup of heavy winter mist blanketed the forest which made our birding efforts, however well-meaning, redundant at best. These are the mistakes we learn from.

Returning to the mist-free altitudes at the foot of the forest we notched up Bat Hawk & a pair of Scaly-throated Honeyguide, a bird neither Alisha nor I had photographed before. Even though photography in both the overcast conditions and in the shaded canopies proved difficult, we both managed record shots of the birds. The photos are iffy, at best, but treasured, along with many others, for their value rather than the quality of the image.
Scaly-throated Honeyguide - iffy but treasured.


Later that morning our efforts at Muirhead Dam, on the Royal Macadamia estates, for Blue-spotted Wood Dove, proved a frustrating exercise. By mid-afternoon we were forced to concede defeat and head-off to Roodewal Nature Reserve, some 15 km further west, for African Broadbill. The broadbill is an elusive, nondescript little devil more difficult to find than an honest lister. Whilst the walk was less demanding than initially described we'll remember our afternoon for events unrelated to either the Broadbill, which we never found, or its nest, which we did find.
Roodewal Nature Reserve

The untidy nest of the African Broadbill

What unraveled that afternoon, in those forests, will stay with me forever for a number of reasons but perhaps more so for the initial shock & subsequent humour and later the appreciation of what we truly are, just a chink in the natural order of things.
African Rock Python -  485cm of muscle

This part of the story has two chapters; the first unfolded late Sunday & the second early next morning on Monday.

We weren't about to follow defeat at Muirhead with another at Roodewal. As a result we persevered in areas of Roodewal where few people ever venture. This part of the forest, in the late afternoon shade, ensured that visibility was down to less than 10 paces.. Leopard sign was everywhere & fresh scats littered the pathways which usually makes these things 'fun'..

The cathedral-like silence of the forest generally reciprocates the same response from most people. Not immune from the forest charms we walked on in trance-like reverence. An unholy, other-worldly, goat-like bleat and a later measured world record leap skywards into the overhanging branches wrenched us back from our world of reverie! Sometime later, after the echoes had died down, a more coherent Samson returned to terra-firma where he pointed out a rather substantial snake basking in an open glade alongside the stream we had been following. Unappreciative of Samson's unlikely soprano and less impressed than we were by his less-than-perfectly choreographed leap into the tree-tops, our snake preferred the cool waters of the nearby stream and departed for places other...

We accepted the pressing advice of our guide to abandon any further attempts for Broadbill, its absence a seasonal aberration apparently, in favour of the more readily obvious Blue-spotted Wood Dove back at Muirhead Dam.. We found the dove!

We returned, without our songstress athlete* (*Samson laughed later almost as much as we did then. Who can blame him for his immediate reaction?), to the same spot early next morning in the hope of a photo or two. By luck rather than by design we relocated the python nearby and whilst Alisha made breakfast back-at-the-car I snapped off a few shots. Fortunately the snake was in the initial phases of shedding its skin which, whilst not improving its sense of humour much, usually makes it less inclined to flee. For an hour she tolerated my unsolicited advances. Invisible lines were drawn in the sand which neither she nor I crossed and that's how it should always be, for her safety and ours. The attached photo I took with a 100 mm macro lens, testimony to her current condition and perhaps too a tolerance we don't usually associate with these gentle giants.

A short while later & after she had left via the same stream she had used the afternoon before, I paced out her length, as written in the sands. She measured an incredible 4.85 meters, easily powerful enough to send me to the great aviary in the sky, an eventuality I prefer to avoid at the moment. What a lady!

As an addendum to this story, whilst en route to the python and on foot, Alisha & I were 'thrilled' by the antics of a large male leopard which joined us for our morning stroll and within arm's length. My leopardese is a bit rusty but, at a guess, from its curses and short rushes through the chest-high grass we weren't his type..
Tropic of Capricorn - early morning
Sunrises, sunsets, a dash of hysterical laughter, 'difficult' birds and the occasional unsolicited charms of our co-conspirators in the bush make Limpopo province generally and Venda specifically, our winter home away from home.









Monday, 28 January 2013

Nylsvlei, 2-dips and a Tinkling Cisticola


This weekend we concentrated on picking up one or two specific bushveld birds we hadn't picked up to date. Our itinerary was frenetic but rewarding. In hindsight we might have bitten off more to do than we could comfortably chew. Even so, we recorded another 27 species for our 800C.

Pygmy Kingfisher 
Our intentions were simple - we'd bird an area usually attractive to the more' elusive', post good rains. Although there are many such places even close to home, we decided on Nylsvlei, a natural floodplain in the Limpopo province. On the way we would try for the Pectoral Sandpiper and Yellow Wagtail reported recently from nearby Kgomo Kgomo, a village in the North West province famous among local birders for its propensity to produce rarities and other sought after species like Corn & Striped Crake. On our return to Johannesburg we planned a brief visit to the Seringveld, near Roodeplaat Dam. 

Black-headed Heron [Juv]
Little Bittern [Juv]

At the start nothing went according to plan. We spent an extraordinary amount of time looking for both Pectoral Sandpiper and Yellow Wagtail at Kgomo Kgomo but found neither. We'd logged our first two 'dips' of the weekend. We did, however, record our first pair of African Hawk-Eagle in the area, en route. Other good birds from Zaagkuildrift and new additions to our list included Black-chested Snake Eagle, Gabar Goshawk and Blue-cheeked Bee-eater. Although early in the season we'd hoped for a River Warbler or a Thrush Nightingale to sweeten the pot a touch.... That wasn't to be either!

African Crake

Nylsvlei, further north-east in the Limpopo province, was probably not quite at its best. Vogelfontein, however, lived up to its annual heron-revelry. Although Dwarf Bittern was conspicuously absent, the rest were in attendance, in abundance. Yellow-billed, Western Cattle, Little and Western Great Egret, most in breeding masquerade, were common in their hundreds.


Black, Grey and Black-headed Heron were equally common; Black perhaps less so. Black-crowned Night Heron joined the party later. Little Bittern were present in small numbers.

African Crake, Red-chested Flufftail and Lesser Moorhen also offered up good views. We heard both Baillon's Crake and Allen's Gallinule but saw neither.

One of the best aspects of birding at Nylsvlei at this time of the year is the overwhelming number of birds usually in Br. plumage. Differentiating between the lime-green-lored Yellow-billed Egret and the smaller Western Cattle Egret, with their rufous-coloured dorsal aigrettes, is straightforward. Separating Zitting Cisticola from Desert Cisticola and female Yellow-crowned Bishop from female White-winged Widowbird or even Southern Red Bishop is challenging.

Desert Cisticola 




Huge flocks of Hirundines (Swallows & Martins) wheeled overhead. Barn Swallows were the most common. Sand, Common House and Banded Martin were present in good numbers. Lesser Striped, Greater Striped, Pearl-breasted and Red-breasted Swallow were also present.

Common House Martin - note the feathered tarsi..

Other good birds present at Vogelfontein [accessed from outside the reserve itself] included Fulvous Whistling Duck, White-backed Duck, Lizard Buzzard, Marsh Owl, Western Barn Owl, Rufous-cheeked Nightjar, Purple Roller, African Reed Warbler, Great Reed Warbler and African Swamphen
Banded Martin - note the conspicuously white 'eyebrows'
Sand Martin
A quick word on our accommodation. Limpopo Tourism & Parks run a first-class facility in Nylsvlei Reserve itself. We stayed in the Heron cottage which was, in a nutshell, simply outstanding. The staff must be commended too.

Returning to Johannesburg via Seringveld [near Pretoria's Roodeplaat Dam] we notched up the targeted specials including Green-capped Eremomela, Striped Kingfisher, Garden Warbler and a cracking Tinkling Cisticola. All told a successful weekend's birding.