"I could do this all day," I sighed to myself, gazing at a giraffe stooping at a waterhole as three warthogs pottered around nearby. And then I remembered - I would be. Three days, in fact, and three nights. Henry and I had signed up to the annual 72 hour animal census.
Our home for the entire period was a mud and straw shack, six foot long and eight foot wide. Given the number of bruises already on my head, I calculated the height at 5 foot 7. Our bed was a mat on the dirt floor (to be used in turns during night shifts); the lock on the door two pieces of bush-wire (only to be used for the briefest of toilet, or wash-from-a-two-litre-bottle, breaks.) Meals would be brought to us three times a day. There was no electricity, no stove, no shelves. Instead, two chairs, a newly-sharpened pencil, an eraser and 18 pieces of paper, each one the log for a different animal, with three separate columns to mark male, female and young.
JY
Loving the photographs. Didn't really need to know about the baboons. Are you sure they are using the information you are gathering? Just a thought.......
ReplyDeleteKeep up the blog. A great read. Quoted you over dinner John and Peter laughed (here all day-bit)
Peter here, sorry to have missed you- if only I could have called your phone whilst in your staring contest with the giraffe...!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy every day as something different to the normality of life which I'm guessing seems very cushti now! We've told Ben & Mark who are very excited at the thought of you out in the Wild- not as much as me of course!! Take care Peter & Nicky xx