A cold, misty morning found Jan and I stomping our feet on the bridge, hands wrapped around mugs of steaming coffee. Nothing much was stirring and it seemed a long wait until the sun cleared the mist to start warming up the day.
We headed in an easterly direction hoping to see if any animals were keeping warm on the tar.
A bundle of excitement was playing in the road, running back and forth, trunk whirling and ears flapping.
After a while, he realised that we were there and went into threat mode. We were terrified.
Feeling very pleased for himself at having scared the big noisy van, he headed off into the bush to gloat to his mates.
Meanwhile, his Mum just ate peacfully at the roadside, more than likely laughing inwardly at his antics as much as we were.
Heading back to camp, a pair of Tree Squirrels were in the process of adding to their numbers on a nearby branch, but he was too camera shy and did a runner before I could focus on them and was left with just a startled female wondering where he had gone.
