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25th Satara continued

The leopard didn’t bail out the tree though and decided to cool off on a branch next to us



15 minutes later she started to get restless and suddenly bailed off the branch into the bush, which as per the norm got me over excited with the ignition and we roared off to follow her.

“There!! She’s walking!!” “I’m driving, I can’t take pics, so snap away” “Each time I try and snap you move!!” “Do you want to drive!!”

Eventually I decided to drive ahead of her, stop and wait for her to catch up, thereby allowing us the opportunity to get pics.





As luck would have it she started to check out the tree right next to us and suddenly bailed up. She was so fast I only managed to get her tail.



She then decided to cool off on a branch which was almost above us, so I had to move slightly to get pics.

As she was so close and calm we tried for some close-ups. The last pic was taken by Hawkeyes with her “point and shoot”.









I was starting to get worried about the time and we had already spent around an hour with her, so we decided to head back towards Satara. We later realized that we could have spent another 20 minutes with her though.

I was stoked as we had equalled our record of 6 days for the number of consecutive “leopard days”, so we didn’t really care what came up next and all were jabbering about the sighting.

The leopard had made a massive impression on Albert and she was already starting “Dad, we are definitely going back to see her tomorrow” I didn’t have the heart to say “She won’t be there tomorrow”

We eventually stopped for a massive buffalo herd that were also in the road, an Eagle owl and then some ellies.







As we neared Satara we realized that we still had time to spare, so decided to drive a little way down the H7 and managed to spot a male lion as he ducked into the bush, but only got a rather bum view proof pic.



Back in camp our neighbours were at it again, but my teeth remained out because it had been a good afternoon, so I wasn’t going to let them spoil it.

We were also off to Talamati the next day, so I assumed that I would get the required peace there.

To be continued

26th Satara to Talamati

I was now on a mission to break our consecutive “leopard days” record, so I was again putting all under pressure, but we were moving camp, which always brings tension as it’s never straight forward when loading the car.

Eventually the car was packed and the rats were loaded, so the route negotiation started and Albert opened the floor “We are going to the leopard from yesterday!”“What about the Nsemani pride!” and this continued until Nsemani won as we knew that the leopard would be long gone, but Albert had a major pelican.

A few km before the dam we stopped for a faulty ellie who seemed to be catching a snooze on a log.



The pride wasn’t at the dam, so initially the lips started dragging, but we spotted a few cars further down the road, therefore continued on and found these guys checking out their competition.





Apparently the lions had made a kill during the night, hence the hyena hanging around; however we couldn’t see the kill from our position, so assumed that they finished most of it already.

Around 10 minutes later the 1 lioness started to make a move towards us, which got me excited again “They are going to follow her”



I started the car, which again brought the hairy eyeball from the Cow, but I wasn’t going to listen this time and moved to intercept the lioness.



Next up was a cub following the same route and then the entire lion pride followed over the next few minutes. We counted 17 in total.













I then started to panic as I realized that these lion were heading towards Nsemani Dam for a drink and the first lions were probably there already, so did we wait and watch the entire train, or cruise to the dam.

The Cow put her foot down and we waited for the last of the pride to cross before ducking towards the dam.

To be continued

Thanks to all of you for checking things out

We have spotted this pride a few times this year and there's only 1 cub left Earlier this year there were 4

Update on the way

26th Satara to Talamati continued

We arrived at the dam to find some of the lion leaving and others arriving, so I was in a complete flap as I wasn’t sure if we should follow the ones walking back or hang around for the ones coming to drink.



Eventually sanity prevailed and we managed to capture a half pride team drink.



After a long drinking session the lion ducked, so we assumed that they would follow the same route, as did everyone else, so the traffic train moved back towards the hyena, but the lion didn’t show, so all switched off and waited.

After 15 minutes the Cow spotted a few lion deep in the bush “They are moving in the other direction!!”

This had us confused, so we waited another 10 minutes, but no lion, so we decided to move on up the S40 towards Timbavati picnic site as the loo was calling.

The S40 produced a gang of giraffe that we spent some time with, a Korhaan of some model; a faulty ellie who we thought was going to charge us and the normal locals.







Timbavati picnic site was very quiet, so we decided to cool off there for awhile and lets the rats stretch their legs a little as we had plenty time to kill before we could book in at Talamati.

We eventually left just before 9am and decided to take a slow cruise down to Muzandzeni for a late breakfast.

The S40 produced a Brown Snake Eagle and the same gang we had spotted on the way up.



The S36 down to Muzandzeni was very quiet, with only the odd local popping up, so I was silently dropping my lip as the Talamati area produces very little sometimes and the leopard was still missing, but I didn’t let the clan know.

Muzandzeni picnic site was very quiet also, which was a welcome relief from the chaotic picnic sites in the south, so my mood improved and the skottel got fired up.



We could hear a Scops owl on and off while we were cooking and eventually another visitor spotted it and pointed it out for us.



It ended up an enjoyable peaceful relaxing “breakfast”, so we only left Muzandzeni at around 1:15pm and continued down the S36 towards the S145.

The next stop was Ximangwaneni Dam where we found some ellies having an early afternoon swim and a few vultures hanging around





The S145 was fairly quiet until a few km before camp when the Cow shouted “What’s that!! STOP!”

To be continued

26th Satara to Talamati continued

We were 1 km from camp and never expected to find these guys parking off.



One other car arrived from camp, but turned and ducked back to camp a few minutes later, so we were all alone with them.

The chap that was sitting up then decided to flop down, which caused the other chap to quickly sit up. This got Albert excited “Maybe the one farted, so the other sat up”, which resulted in silence and then howls of laughter.



15 minutes later we were still alone with them, which was a welcome surprise, but it was boiling hot, so we were roasting; therefore I started the car to duck towards camp, which got them both sitting up for a final pic.



There were ellies at the Talamati waterhole as we arrived, so the rats and I ducked into the hide, while the Cow booked us in.

A few minutes later the ellies ducked, so we joined the Cow and found out that we had been allocated unit 1, which is the corner unit and the closest to the hide, so all were stoked, but I did remember certain warnings about this unit and the baboon population, so told all my story, which didn’t seem to bother anyone, so I left it at that.

We quickly unpacked and I went on a small patrol around our unit with Albert and Bushpig.

We instantly noticed plenty fresh boon turd, so I issued my warnings again, but nobody seemed concerned.

Just before 4pm I wobbled off to the hide with the rats and found that another gang of ellies had arrived for a drink.





At around 4:15pm the ellies had all ducked, so we went back to our unit to get things ready for the late afternoon drive.

As we drove out the gate the Cow shrieked “STOP!! There’s a sable”



This is when the confusion started “The sable is coming for a drink, let’s wait”

“What about our leopard record Cow!! Time is running out for us to find one”

After 10 minutes I was starting to stress as the sable was a nervous drip and only took 2 steps every 5 minutes, but as it had the potential to be a great sighting, the leopard got put on the back burner and we turned to drive back into camp.

We quietly bailed into the hide and found that the sable was definitely approaching, but seemed nervous of a lone ellie who had pulled in.



Eventually the sable moved in closer and finally had a drink.





Then more ellies pulled in and a few minutes later a Marshall landed close by.



Time was ticking as it was already after 5pm, so we took a short drive to where the male lions had been earlier, but they had moved deeper into the bush, although closer to camp, so we hoped that they may also be heading for a drink; therefore ducked back to the hide, but no such luck, so reluctantly called it a day. I had a major pelican because it was the end of our consecutive leopard/big 5 run.

We gave up on the hide just before 6pm and cruised to our unit to start the fire.

A major surprise waited for us though as a boon army had pulled in and they were all around our unit, which gave the rats a massive fright.

I chased the rats inside and went to start the fire, but after a few minutes a large boon decided that I shouldn’t be around and started mock charging me, which sent the rats who were peering through the door at the time, shrieking around the house.

One after the other the boons bailed into camp and all were climbing a tree which hung over our unit. The noise and stink was enough to drive the most patient person crazy, so for an overexcited individual like me, this was unbearable.

At around 8pm we had finished eating and the boons were still going mad above us, so my pelican out was big time “Let’s grab the torch and go to the hide for some peace”.

There was nobody in the hide, so we spread out and got comfortable. After 10 minutes another aunty pulled in to join us and I was fairly surprised that she had cruised over in the dark by herself.

Another 5 minutes passed and still nothing, so we got chatting quietly with the aunty, she was a super cool visitor from Germany and had already been in the park for 3 weeks. We were halfway through telling her about our leopard failure today when the Cow grabbed my leg “THERE, THERE, What is.......LEOPARD!!”

A leopard cruised out the bush in front of us, checked around and then started to drink.

It took me a while to react and I was just sitting there with my mouth wide open “CAMERA, where’s the #^%#^ camera, shine the torch on the camera!!” “I’m shining on the leopard!!” “Shine on the darn camera, I can’t see how to switch it on”.

I eventually popped the flash up and shot, but just black “The flash doesn’t go that far, #@^$#^ camera”

I then looked around in a panic as the brain wasn’t functioning “That funny slow shutter thing may work, shine back on the camera, hurry up” “Don’t you talk to me like that!!!” “Shine on the camera!!”

I set the shutter to its slowest speed, 30 seconds and fired, but then realized that I was holding the camera, so in a panic tried to sit like a statue for 30 seconds, but just ended up with a blurred stuff up.

I was now in a major flap “I need to balance the camera somewhere; the hide railing is too low!!!”

Eventually we made a tower out of cigarette boxes on the railing of the hide and had the leopard, who was still casually drinking, in the view finder, so pushed the button.

Those 30 seconds felt like hours, but I got the proof pic.



The leopard parked off for another few minutes and then cruised across in front of us, stopped twice to check something out and then moved off towards the road in front of the camp gate.

I didn’t try again to take a pic, because the chaos was ruining the sighting and I knew that the leopard wasn’t going to sit still for 30 seconds again.

I now understand why some own tripods and things.

As soon as the leopard was completely out of sight the rats all started jabbering “Dad, how cool was that” “We broke our record, 7 days of leopard and the big 5”. This is about the time I noticed the rather shocked aunty checking us out as if we were the Adams family, so I chirped “I got a pic!”, which got her social again and she rushed off to get a pen and paper to write down her email address.

We charged back to our unit for a drink refill and minutes later were back in the hide along with the excited cool aunty who had brought a brilliant torch and “night vision” binoculars which were seriously impressive (I wouldn’t like to guess the price)

The next hour produced one of the most exciting times that we have had together as a family in KNP as one animal after another pulled in for a drink. We got 4 of the big 5 in 45 minutes, including genet and hyena.

I didn’t flap about pics and just enjoyed the sightings, but next time a tripod will be part of my kit.

We eventually ducked back to our unit at around 9:30pm as the rats were stuffed.

At around 10pm lion started roaring close to camp and the boons started going crazy. The boons continued on and off until the sun came up, so I think that we got around 2 hours sleep, therefore never stay in unit 1 or 2 at Talamati. I got up about 5 times and attempted to chase the boons, but this only excited them more. They need to do something about it.

To be continued

27th Talamati to Satara

I will ruin things now.

This day was a complete failure as we never got leopard, so I will move onto the next day, only joking, not about the leopard though.

The darn boons had kept us up all night, so we were all stuffed in the morning, but eventually got out of bed at around 6:15am. We had to move to back to Satara today, but I couldn’t face packing the car yet, so decided to park off with coffee, while the Cow and rats went to check the hide out again.

The clan soon returned, but still there was zero motivation, so we parked off a little longer.

A few minutes later a lion started roaring just outside the camp gate, so we decided to take a quick cruise to see if we could find him.

Less than a km outside camp the Cow spotted him in the distance, but he was a long way off, so we didn’t spend much time hanging around and returned to camp to slowly pack.



We eventually had things packed and were on the road, but the motivation was lacking and I just felt like curling up in a ball.

We ducked down the S145 and then up the S36 to the H7 and only stopped twice, once for a loo break at Muzandzeni and once for a Marshall.



Things were very quiet in the car; the rats all looked stuffed and all were in a mood, so it wasn’t the best drive up to the H7.

A few km down the H7 Albert started moaning and then dived across Bushpig to vomit out the window, which resulted in the normal chaos in our car and howls from Bushpig. Fortunately most went out the window. Kruger without sick kids isn’t Kruger for us.

Nsemani Dam produced the locals again, but they were a long way off, so we only stayed a short while.





We stopped at Satara for a loo break and then decided to do the S100, as I had to look for RP’s sausage tree because we had R100 bet.

Maybe we were all looking too much for a sausage tree, because we found only the normal locals on the S100, but no sausage tree.

At the end of the S100, the normal left/right conversion took place. The Cow wanted to do the S90, so we ducked left.

We stopped at Gudzani Dam to check if there was any action and found 2 cars filled with visitors from the USA “There’s a lion, there’s going to be a kill”.

I initially thought “A lion doesn’t mean a kill”, but then spotted the lioness and she was hunting.



The lioness crouched down and I went into overdrive “VIDEO!! Where’s the camera! Pay attention!!”

The impala slowly approached and I was battling to hold the camera still as the adrenalin was pumping.



The impala stopped and sensed something was up.

I found myself chirping “Now lion”, but the doff lioness didn’t move and the impala retreated back into the bush.

The lioness then started checking a few wildebeest out that were approaching, but they also sensed her and backed off.

We decided to wait it out as she was definitely looking for a chow, but after 20 minutes the thermometer in my car was indicating 42 degrees, Albert was still moaning and now Hawkeyes was also looking green and felt sick, so we reluctantly left and ducked down the S41 towards the S90.

The first low water bridge produced a few ellies and saddle bills cruising around.



The rest of the S41 was fairly quiet until about 500m from the S90 when the Cow suddenly shrieked “STOP, STOP it’s a sable” I stopped and spotted a waterbuck “IT’S a waterbuck”, “NO, there!!”



I couldn’t believe it as I have never heard about sable in this area before.

This sable was also a drip and slowly approached the road, but each time I moved the car to follow the sable backed off, so I reversed to give him plenty space and he eventually decided to bolt across the road.





The S90 towards the H1-4 produced a few locals, but not much else.

As we hit the H1-4 the Cow got excited about a few baby ostriches that were cruising in the grass, but it was a mission to get a pic.



We were all roasting big time now and Hawkeyes was looking even worse, so we decided to duck back to Satara and just wait it out in the shade until we could book in.

To be continued

27th Talamati to Satara continued

We counted the minutes to book in time due to the heat and as soon as we had unpacked, the rats pumped the aircon and went to lie down, while the Cow and I relaxed on the veranda, but it was impossible to cool down, so we also ducked for the air-conditioning.

We really enjoyed the quieter roads down towards Talamati, so the plan for the afternoon drive was to head back that direction.

The H7 and S36 were very quiet, but we weren’t surprised as it was still 40 degrees at 4:30pm.



Just before Muzandzeni we found an ellie that seemed to have an attitude and I said “I hope that we don’t bump into this chap on the road on the way back”.



We then decided to head for Ximangwaneni Dam which is just past Muzandzeni and turn there to head back.

We spotted plenty buffalo cooling off at the dam and a steenbok off to the side having a chow





There was 1 other car hanging out towards the dam wall so we decided to head that direction and turn, but as we approached the car the driver chirped “I think there’s a lion here in the grass”, so we thanked him and continued on slowly past him to turn, but as I started to turn I spotted little heads pop up in the grass “LION, cubs over there!!”



Suddenly a few lionesses cruised out the grass and 2 males popped their heads up as the females walked towards them. I couldn’t believe our timing luck again.



The 1 male seemed rather interested in one of the aunties.



3 lionesses, 6 cubs and the excited male then decided to walk out into the open.



The male tried his luck but got given a greasing, so he backed off.



I really wanted to park off as the buffalo were only 50m away, but the Garmin was starting to indicate that it was time to move, so we took a few more pics and started back towards Satara.





Just past Muzandzeni we found a car in the middle of the road and the faulty ellie from earlier just beyond them.



I pulled up next to the other car and the 4 occupants all started talking at once “What do we do, he won’t move, we will be late for camp!!”

My Garmin indicated that we would arrive at 5:54pm, so I started to worry big time “Have you tried to slowly move past him” “YES, he charged us!!”

We sat another 5 minutes and still the darn ellie wouldn’t move, so I said “We will try”, which immediately set the Cow off “Are you mad!!”

The occupants of the other car laughed and put on all their video cameras.

I slowly moved forward until we were about 6m from the ellie and he didn’t react.

The Cow decided to hide her face, the rats had eyes like saucers and I didn’t know what to do as the Garmin now indicated that we would arrive at 6pm.

The ellie seemed distracted with a dead tree, so I decided it was safe and slowly continued forward, but as we passed next to him, he lost his marbles and turned on us.

I had a second to react and flattened the accelerator, but this resulted in too much power on a dirt road and we ended up skidding all over the place with an enraged ellie in full charge about 1m behind us.

I stopped once we were at a safe distance to check on the other car, but the ellie had turned his attention to them and they were in full reverse.

We couldn’t stop for anything on the way back and made it to camp at gate closing. We never spotted the other car again and there’s no way they made it to camp on time.

I keep expecting their video footage to pop up on You Tube, as it’s our closest call with an ellie in Kruger, but what else is one meant to do?

To be continued

28th Satara to Biyamiti

Today was our last full day in the park, so I had a small pelican while packing the car, but as we were moving to my favourite camp for the last night there was something to be happy about.

We pulled out of camp at around 6:30am and it was still 29 degrees, but the weather had changed and the wind was howling, so I knew that the heat wasn’t going to last long.

We decided to pop in at Nsemani Dam again before going down to Tshokwane.

There was a lone ellie cruising around and something had made a kill deep in the bush just before the dam, but there were only vultures and the odd hyena hanging around.







The drive down to Tshokwane was very quiet, so we only stopped for a few of the normal locals and 2 large buffalo herds.





We had plenty chow left from the previous evening’s braai, so we didn’t need to take a chance with food at Tshokwane, therefore just stopped for a quick loo break.

The Kruger Tablet locals were still parking off and we spotted a lioness in the open for a few seconds at Mantimahle Dam.





Things were rather quiet again until just before Lubyelubye where the local lion pride was hanging out. The lion were scattered all over the place so there should have been plenty viewing room, but the traffic was crazy and a particular OSV driver “Echo Africa FHF 730 MP” was pushing in, cutting people off, stopping in the middle of the road and blocking others. I recognised the driver and have had issues with him in the past, so I decided to continue on before I completely lost it, which would have completely ruined our trip.







Just before the S28 we found a few cars and this chap cooling off in a tree next to the road.



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28th Satara to Biyamiti continued

We didn’t have a clear view of the leopard, but the traffic was building, so I was fairly desperate to get 1 pic from a decent angle and move on, but the chap who was in the perfect spot wasn’t going to move for anyone, so we decided to continue on, however managed to snap 1 pic at a better angle on the way past.



I was in “time out” mode by this stage, which is something that happens to me on every trip. I reach a point where the charging for sightings takes a back seat and the will for peace and relaxation takes over. Maybe I burn out, but I was in this mood and just wanted to get to Biyamiti and relax on the veranda for the rest of the trip, so although we spotted plenty game on the rest of the drive, we only stopped for pics a few km before the S139/Biyamiti road turnoff.

We slowed on the rise of a hill and Albert chirped in a matter of fact tone “There’s a lion” and carried on with her book, so I stopped. “Where!!” and she pointed “There!”.

I’m not sure how we never spotted it initially as the lion was 2m from the road, but on the Cow’s side, so I blamed her





After 5 minutes another car arrived, but they stopped about 10m behind us and didn’t seem to have a clue. It was a young crowd in the car and they weren’t pushy, so I was impressed; therefore signalled that we will move for them and that they should pull into our spot. We moved and stopped to watch their reactions.

The surprise and shock on their faces as they suddenly realized that they were 2m from a male lion was awesome to watch. The high fives and thumbs up to us followed, which was cool.

We only stopped 1 more time on the way to Biyamiti as the Cow got excited about a bee-eater.



We arrived at Biyamiti a little early, but the new camp manager was a cool chap and he let us book in and informed me that I could pull in to the staff village to watch the SA versus Aus rugby with them at 5pm, which was awesome as I intended to listen to it on the car radio if I could get reception.

We were issued unit 1 and warned about a leopard that had given people a fright there 3 weeks ago in camp. I think he was talking about the same leopard that Sharifa and Dude mentioned.

Eventually I was sitting on the veranda with a G&T.



At around 4:50pm we decided to at least go and check out the Biyamiti view point before the rugby, which is only 3km from camp and spotted a hyena deep in the bush on the way.



Halfway to the view point the rugby started, but we had radio reception, so I wasn’t overly excited.

SA had a very good start and scored a try in the opening few minutes, which was as we were driving up the hill to the view point, so my normal spontaneous shouting at the radio gave everyone in the car a massive fright. I just hope nobody at the view point heard me as we were faced with a sundowner’s gang and all were looking at us.

Due to the gang already at the view point we decided to carry on a few km, but bumped into a mother ellie with her junior just below the view point, which got the Cow sitting up straight “I can’t face a faulty Biyamiti ellie now, please turn!”



I wasn’t keen either, so we ducked back to camp.

I quickly got the fire going, snapped my normal Biyamiti fire pic, grabbed a torch, some beers, said cheers to the family and headed for the staff village.



The walk to the staff village was rather hairy in the dark and a few imaginary leopards got the heart going on the way.

When I arrived I spotted that most had the same idea, but hadn’t walked as their cars were all there.

I found myself a little lost as all in the room only spoke Afrikaans, so decided to sit quietly and enjoy my beer, but it was an exciting game, so as SA neared the Aussie try line my enthusiasm got the better of me and I realized that I was out my chair and shouting at the TV set, which caused some shocked stern looks from the older viewers, so I quickly sat back in my chair and continued with my beer.

Unfortunately after 3 more beers, I was back shouting at the TV set, but didn’t care at that stage.

A minute before the final whistle I thought that I should make myself scarce and ducked.

My dulled senses quickly revived themselves 50m into the walk back as a bushbuck charged out the bush a few meters in front of me, which nearly had me running back and begging for a lift to my unit.

Next up was a Honey Badger bashing through the bush and then a Genet, so the nerves were shot when I finally arrived at our unit.

The fire was ready for the meat, so my timing was perfect.

Just as I was about to put the meat on we heard a big bang from the side of the unit, which got the Cow out her chair with speed.

Nervous inspection produced a small swallow.

The swallow had flown into the glass sliding door and was stuffed, so I announced that a Genet would be getting a free chow, which caused a massive uproar, the rats started blabbering and I got a greasing from the Cow, so went to fetch the swallow.

The Cow sat cuddling the swallow with the rats in close attention for 5 minutes before letting it go, but the poor thing couldn’t fly and ended up hitting the wall and it eventually settled on the side of the table.



This gave me new confidence though, because at least it was alive, but I wasn’t sure how long that would be the case as there may have been other things damaged which weren’t apparent, so I announced “Leave it and let’s see”.

Suddenly I was under attack “You can’t leave it Dad!!”, so I looked at the Cow for support but the attack continued “DO SOMETHING!!”, so in panic I grabbed the swallow and tried to help it fly, but this ended in another crash and another greasing.

Now I was sitting holding the swallow, so looked around for an escape route “The fire is dying, I have to braai!!” and tried to hand it over, which didn’t work.

Suddenly I remembered that I had seen a bin inside, so the swallow got a home and a water bowl.



Halfway through braaing a Genet came charging past, which got the rats jabbering as it was assumed due to my earlier comments that the Genet was plotting the swallow, so the poor Genet wasn’t welcome.



After supper I went inside to put my camera in our room, but as I put the camera on the bed something ran out from under the bed.

The brain was a little slow due to the beer and the nerves dulled due to the walk back from the staff village, so I didn’t react initially, but this “thing” was seriously large and I could hear its feet on the floor.

The “thing” stopped and looked at me and I went cold “Parktown Prawn!! No it can’t be, it’s too large for that, but it is, SPIDER!!”

This caused the giant beast to take off down the passage “COW, COW!!” The Cow walked in the front door with an attitude which still remained from the swallow “WHAT!!”, but I was too late in my response as the beast was already charging full speed at her.

The Cow broke into an Irish dance like I have never seen “Whoooo, whooh”, which diverted the beast up the cupboard towards the sink.

“If that had run up my leg you would be dead!!!!”, but I was just trying to push past her to get out the front door to safety.

“Where are you going, you can’t leave it in the house!!”

I won’t elaborate on what happened next on this forum but it involved me armed with the Cow’s shoes and a can of Peaceful Sleep, but it didn’t end well for the spider.

Fortunately there were no more dramas and the swallow got put to bed in the kitchen.

The weather had changed big time during the night and we woke to pouring rain, so I just wanted to get home, but first I had the swallow drama to sort out.

I carefully lifted the dish cloth off the swallow’s “home” and spotted movement, so I felt confident that there wouldn’t be a drama and called the rats.

The swallow flew off perfectly, which got all the rats cheering.

After that we quickly packed the car and even if it meant long lips from the Cow and clan I headed for Croc Bridge with blinkers on without stopping and we were out the park before 7am.

Lastly, thanks to all of you guys that have shared our adventure with us and for allowing us the opportunity to relive our trip.

Bushcraft, the Cow and the Rats.