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Tuesday, March 17, 2020

The 2020 Africa Journals

Chapter Six
Hippos and Hornbills

Have you ever wondered what the decibel level would be like if you were standing 15 feet away from the speakers at a rock concert?   For an authentic approximation, stand next to a hippopotamus and listen to its grunts, groans, growls, wheezes, and chuffs.

Better yet, save your hearing and your life by lying in bed in your tent and enjoy the hippo serenade from the nearby waterway.

On a game drive one morning in Chobe National Park, we stop to watch these rotund animals frolicking and splashing in their small pool, all of which involve wide-open mouths.  Inside those gaping mouths are some fearsome weapons.

The front teeth, the incisors, grow outward and can reach more than a foot in length.  The canines, though, called tusks, can be close to a foot and a half and are extremely sharp and deadly.

The juveniles we watch do not appear to have grown those weapons of mass destruction yet, so their play is just joyous to watch.   Though their name is derived from the Greek word for river horse, and they resemble pigs, the hippo is more closely related to whales and dolphins.

No sign of the deadly teeth in this juvenile's mouth.

How many photos of playing hippos do I want, I ask myself.   I notice action in other parts of the pond and pretty soon I’m trying to catch photos of hippo farts.

Yes, farts.   They are herbivores. Adults eat about 90 lbs. of grass every night.   Imagine the gas they can pass.   Adults are taller than I am at the shoulder and weigh between 3000 and 9000 lbs.   Since they spend about 16 hours a day in the water, what do you suppose happens when they need to release that air?

Explosions of water, that’s what.  

Hippos are not all fun and games and methane farts, however.   They kill hundreds of people in Africa every year.   Not only can the beast run 20 mph but they are just plain ornery and territorial.   They attack boats and crush anyone they grab.

So let’s move on.

Down the road a-ways, we spot a juvenile and an adult red-billed hornbill sitting on some dead branches.   The larger bird has something in its bill that it transfers to the juvenile, then flies a short distance to forage on the ground.

When she returns, she has something with long thin legs in her bill, most likely a grasshopper or locust.   She passes it to junior and flies off.

When she returns with another insect, junior refuses to take it.    Mom gets frustrated.   She holds the insect high in the air and then swoops down to junior like she’s playing, “Here comes the plane.  Open wide.”

Junior refuses.  Mom insists.   Junior reluctantly accepts the insect, which I think is a brown locust, but holds it in its beak for a long time.   Mom waits until he swallows, then goes off to find more.  

When you think about what mom went through to raise this little guy thus far, you can understand her exasperation.    First, she must find a hole in a tree.   Then, she lays three to six eggs and seals up the entrance to the nest, leaving only enough room for the male to transfer food to the female.

When the hatchlings are getting too large for the female and them, the female breaks out of the nest and it is again sealed up except for a narrow aperture through which food is passed to the chicks by both parents.  When the chicks fledge, another break-out ensues.

While this female is off hunting, junior moves to a tree where we can’t see him clearly.   Mom returns and lands in a tree about fifty feet from him and starts calling for him.   Junior won’t answer.  Little twerp.

She’s still calling as we drive away.   I think he was holding out for pizza.


  1. Nice and so informative. Very nice. Cap and Patti

  2. The young Hippos look like they are laughing and having tons of fun. Another great blog.