We ventured out for a night tour from Olifants. Early in the evening the driver switched off the engines and the chatter melted away; we listened to a lion roaring. A little further on and we espied a leopard patrolling a riverbank. It was a good night for cats but sadly not photos of them. We also saw some lovely birds-a spotted eagle owl and a red crested korhaan. The spring hare hopped away from us quick smart. We were impressed by the eye shine even though it was facing away from us and presumed this indicated good vision of anything in pursuit. A handy feature with all the predators likely to be lurking in the undergrowth!
We said goodbye to Olifants as the sun rose and did a small backtrack along S44 to the lookout. Some yellow daisies caught my eye, I think they are Geigeria sp. and a steinbok was kind enough to pose for us.
We stopped at N’wamanzi and the caretakers showed us a lovely Scops owl. Our journey south was interrupted by some ostriches who decided to cross the road. The car gives a fabulous perspective of their size. We turned off the main road and onto the S39 which winds along the Timbavati River. One of culverts along this road was a tantalising tease. There were huge cat paw prints in the moist sandy mud. Another culvert was occupied by a terrapin.
There were lots of beautiful browsing and grazing herds, including an inquisitive young male kudu. He was very handsome and was kind enough to strike a fine pose. We saw lots of guinea fowl on our trip generally hanging out in big family bunches. They were amusing to watch especially when we tried to pass them and they had a big panic, zig zagging along in front of the car briefly then finally scrambling into the bush.
Our rooms and verandah at Orpen camp had some wildlife delights and surprises. A frog was living at the back of one of the chairs. We think this species of frog is the one that lays its eggs in white foam bundles on vegetation above ponds. A gecko was darting about the wall and catching insects.
Our first night at Orpen was restless. One of my daughters was woken by what they described as the hugest spider they had ever seen. I fumbled around in semi darkness looking for the source of consternation. I thought it was a mouse at first-scuttling across the floor. Slowly I realised it was a bat. I shooed it into the other room and hastily shut the door. Eventually we all settled down to sleep. Later I was woken again, another jolt of adrenaline. The window next to my bed was open (with screen closed to keep out nasty biting bugs) and a lion was roaring nearby.
The following morning yielded a gorgeous sunrise. We set off past Rabelais hut and onward down S140. A family of dwarf mongooses were dallying on the road and in the grass verge. A couple of cars were stopped ahead just past a dip in the road. We didn’t see what they had stopped for until we were quite close. It was an elephant having a lie down in a muddy pool. He got up we reversed to give him space – we couldn’t go forwards because the two cars ahead were abreast. He stepped forward onto the road and we reversed some more, expecting him to move right into the bush in the direction he was facing. However this was not his plan. He suddenly turned, flapped his ears and raised his head slightly. There was no mistaking his ire. My husband didn’t hang around; he reversed at high speed as the elephant charged forwards. We were all very scared of this huge elephant with enormous tusks. He followed us for a long way and we decided not to take the S140 that day. Instead we drove to Satara for lunch where a big monitor lizard kept us company.