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A hot summer´s day at Witsand

16 April 2015

 

As the sunrays break through the still asleep tree branches, the howling of the wind awakes to the wonder it creeps towards. With only minutes to morning at Witsand, Zebras already stumble on the cold sand towards the water for their morning drink. On this specific dry summer´s morning, the water well is quite empty; a Zebra mare needs to kneel down to take a sip.

The uneasiness of the Zebra mares are quite eccentric so early in the morning whereas the stallions flourish in the morning mystery. The birds singing to the harmony of the wind rustling through the trees creates a majestic song that only contributes to the wonderland you see before you.

Early afternoon at Witsand is already a busy scenery as the animals gather for the late afternoon activities. On dry summer days, the animals gather earlier and stay near the water for the rest of the long hot summer hours. Blue wildebeest milling around, bumping heads and chasing the other animals away is always a prominent sighting, especially if the warthogs are there to fight back. If those warthogs want something, not even the biggest meanest blue wildebeest will stop them - or a face full of sand is the only outcome.

The sun quickly heats up the plain and most animals seek the comfort of the cool water at Witsand, especially the Warthogs. Warthogs will spend hours wallowing in the mud during the hot hours of the day.

With the sun high on its peak, Witsand seems like a popular destination for most animals; from Zebras, Blue Wildebeest, Warthogs, Giraffes, Kudus all the way to Bushpigs and even a lonesome one-eared donkey presents himself quite often. Naughty Baboons keep themselves busy in between the late afternoon chaos at Witsand when the feed, salt blocks and pellets are set out for them. Unfortunately, everyday at least one poor soul do not escape the cluster unharmed. From a kick to a bite, dust thickening the air around them, knowing when to duck and dive escapes too quickly.

As the last sunrays above the tree tops greet the day, a lonesome bushpig sow with sparse hair takes her last sip before disappearing in the thicket.

When the night takes hold of the last daytime, a new life starts at Witsand.

Until next time we greet.

 


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