Let sleeping lions lie:
As I mentioned earlier, we spent a few hours on Christmas Day, relaxing around camp.
I put out some water in the hope of attracting some of the locals. It sort of worked.
After a while, we felt the need to get out and see what else was on the move, or not, and more importantly to go and have sundowners at Kij Kij.
A mating Ostrich pair showed us what they are made of. Don’t you just love the red legs on the male?
We arrived at Kij Kij and made our way to the tree on the southern side of the waterhole to park in the shade.
After a while I noticed that a couple of cars which were parked near the directional sign had not moved
Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I ventured over to see what the attraction was
Our lion of the morning, which we had thought had headed off to Botswana, obviously had changed his mind and was now a very flat addition to the signboard.
Chatting to some of the people at the sighting, we realised however, that one car, occupied by four youngsters, was not going anywhere. As hard as they tried, the car would not start, and they were not getting too many offers to push start their vehicle.
Sitting at the sighting, waiting for His Majesty to do anything, we noticed some clouds moving in, (as one does when there is not much else happening!)
Debbie said that she felt that she was sure that they were bad news and that we had a storm approaching.
Was my firm trust of the yr weather forecast was about to be broken?
With time running out, we bade the 4 youngsters farewell, knowing that their predicament had been relayed to Twee Rivieren, and that we hoped that they would enjoy their free night ride.
With one last look at the flat feline next to the Twee Rivieren 38km to go sign, we set off for Rooiputs.
The nocturnal animals were keen to get out and about once again, and this Giant Eagle Owl was still in it’s tree
And this scrub hare was out looking for some early evening snack.
The BBJs at the intersection were still flat and out due to the heat
But just before Rooiputs we spotted our second kill of the trip.
A Pale Chanting Goshawk had caught a mouse or something and was having dinner.
Back in camp the sunset, as usual was spectacular
However the wind that had picked up challenged both our tent and my braaiing skills that evening
Being Capetonians, in the middle of a serious drought, when the rain started later on that evening, we danced in the rain
