Chapter Ten
"Shooting" the Rapids
In the murky light of
early dawn, we motor slowly downstream on the Chobe River, passing tourist
boats moored to the shoreline and high-end lodges that appear deserted this
early in the day. Green-backed herons
burst into flight as we pass, too fast and still too dark to get photos.
“We’re going to the
rapids,” host and guide Guts Swanepoel says.
Well, that brings up visions of white water and huge boulders with
crocodiles and hippos waiting to snatch us if our boat overturns. I can’t wait.
As the light improves, we
spot small yellow birds in the onshore reeds.
Tonya maneuvers the boat up to the edge and, to my delight, bright
yellow birds called lesser masked weavers* are building nests on the stems of grass. The males alone are responsible for weaving
a nest with grasses and it can take nine to fourteen hours to complete one.
Then, he tries to attract a female to his nest. Should one accept the nest, he adds a short entrance tunnel and waits while the female incubates the eggs. After hatching, the male assists in feeding the young.
A bright red bird eludes
my camera now but I catch it later. It’s
a red bishop*, also a member of the weaver family. It’s nest-building and rearing of young are
similar to the masked weaver.
A quiet part of the rapids.
A bit farther downstream,
we reach “the rapids.” As rapids, they
are a bit understated, but the current is faster and the rocks can still punch a hole in an aluminum
boat. Guts assists Tonya in avoiding them.
I see a crocodile basking on a rock and also see the tell-tale snouts
and ears of hippos in a quiet pool on the far right.
Guts steers us downstream
aways so we can approach the birds with the sunlight behind us. That’s the benefit of going on safari with a
photographer.
We pass a small island
and turn back upstream where the current helps Tonya hold the boat still enough
for fast shutter speed photos. In a
tree high above the water, an African harrier hawk* lands on a limb and lots of
megabits are burned as we near it.
From Wikipedia: An
unusual trait of this species is the double-jointed knees it possesses, which
enable it to reach into otherwise inaccessible holes and cracks for prey.
A little farther
upstream, we come to the real stars of this trip: the rock pratincole*.
Birders come from around
the world to see these little things. Some consider these birds highly endangered, but though their numbers are declining, Wikipedia shows them as "least concern."
There are some pied wagtails among them.
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| More rock pratincole. |
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| And a water thick-knee* taking a bath. |
We spend a bit of time
there, and then head back upstream, stopping again at the weavers.
For tea and cookies time,
we stop in a quiet pond with lily pads.
We also check to see if the jacana eggs have hatched. They haven’t.
On this day only, I have
seen seven birds that are “lifers” for me.
That’s a birding term that means the first time in your life you see a
particular bird.
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| Thick-billed roller* |
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| Thick-billed roller |
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| Water thick-knee* |
And, thirteen thus far on
the trip.
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| Long-toed lapwings* |
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| JUvenile fish eagle. |
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| This sight-seeing boat looks like a converted school bus. |
* Lifer birds