A mysterious intruder during the night…All new photos…

Each morning, over the past several days, I noticed the remains of sunflower seeds near the container of seeds we use for the birds, which we leave on the little table at night.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

This morning, using Ken’s night vision, motion-detecting camera, we determined the nighttime intruder is a bushbaby, a nocturnal little creature who is apparently living inside the house. We have no idea where it sleeps during the day. 

Over the last several nights, we noticed someone had gotten into the plastic container of seeds we use for feeding Frank, The Misses, and other birds that visit us in the garden.

Over this past year, during the night, we left the same container on the small table in the dining area of the house, never giving it a thought. During this extended period of living in this house, we’d saw many of these precious creatures partaken of its contents.

Bushbaby is looking for food at the old stand, which has since fallen to the ground from kudus pushing at it, looking for food.

We showed the remnants of the sunflower seeds scattered on the table to Linda and Ken, and we all surmised what it could be. I asked Ken if he could set up his night vision, motion detector camera so perhaps overnight last night, we could determine what it might be.

Yesterday morning the four of us headed to Lionspruit for the bush t Frikkes Dam, hosted by Louise and Danie. This was our fourth such event during the past year, and once again, we made our usual egg, sausage, onion, and mushroom cheesy casserole to share.

During our first few months, we used the old bushbaby stand for the cups of yogurt.

As mentioned in yesterday late post, uploaded after the event late in the afternoon, others had made some excellent food, including Louise and Danie’s seafood potjie, which I failed to describe as follows: “Get your friends and family together and cook a delicious meal in a South African cast-iron potjie (pronounced ‘potchee‘)! It is an exciting and enjoyable way of relaxing together and a tasty alternative to a barbeque. The potjie is placed over hot coals, either on an open fire or on top of a grill.”

I was in cookie heaven when Rita brought homemade low-carb, gluten-free, sugar-free peanut butter cookies. I don’t usually make low-carb cookies since I tend to eat too many of them.  

Every night they stopped by for the yogurt.

Even good-for-you-foods may be consumed in excess and may not be healthful in doing so after all. Such is the case for me and cookies. At the party, I may have eaten five cookies, and when Rita gave me the batch balance to take “home,” surely last night, I ate another three or four.  

Bad, bad, bad when today I felt bloated and uncomfortable. I hate the expression, “everything in moderation.”  Moderation is not possible when it comes to certain foods that send us to the moon!  Today, I’m back on track and will allow myself one cookie a day until they are gone in five days.

It’s always adorable to see their little “hands” holding onto the cup.

When the four of us returned to the house around 1600 hours (4:00 pm), we contemplated if we’d have room for the delicious low-carb Italian casserole I’d prepared early on Sunday morning, hoping we’d eat it for dinner on Sunday evening.

If no one ate a morsel until then, we agreed we’d all be ready for dinner by about 1930 hours (7:30 pm). Linda helped me put the final touches on the meal and make the coleslaw salad. By 1935 (7:35 pm), we were ready to eat again. I stayed away from the cookies during this period.

Occasionally, they drop the little cup.  On each occasion, Tom picks it up and places it back on the stand.

The meal was as good as I’d hoped (if I say so me). Shortly after dinner and cleanup, we played the domino-type game once again. By 2230 (10:30 pm), we were off to bed with bellies full and anxious for a good night’s sleep which ultimately was achieved.

But, before we retired for the night, Ken set up the camera to ensure in the morning, we’d discover who was the mysterious nighttime intruder getting into the container of bird seeds.

On many occasions, we’ve seen several bushbabies on the stand.

This morning, when I saw Ken in the kitchen preparing his breakfast, I couldn’t resist inquiring about what he discovered on the camera. He told me to guess. My first guess was a mouse, the obvious choice. Secondly, I suggested a bushbaby, and he nodded his head with a big smile on his face.  

Indeed, the culprit was a bushbaby, as shown in today’s “Sighting of the Day in the Bush,” a furry bulgy-eyed bushbaby that apparently is living somewhere in this house. What a fun discovery!

The bushbaby on the bottom has their head inside the cup while the others wait, tongue sticking out. Cuteness, overload.

Linda and Ken left this morning, but we’ll see them again in early February, on the night of our going away party at Kathy and Don’s bush home located overlooking the Crocodile River. And Linda is joining Kathy and me to treat me to a pedicure at the spa at a local resort. What fun that will be!

Tom and I will settle back into our usual routine with the bushbaby dilemma solved, with Linda and Ken had left for a camp in Kruger for a few days. However, the fun is hardly over with Rita and Gerhard and possibly Louise and Danie (depending on their work schedule) joining us for dinner tonight for one more dinner party.

Later on, we added this stand closer to the veranda for better viewing and photos.

This is the bush. Between the people and the wildlife, the good times continue. We received an invitation from friends Lynne and Mick for dinner at Jabula on Saturday night as I write here now. Perfect! We’ll be there!

 Life in the bush? Um, quite good. Only 24 days and counting…
            
                                             Photos from one year ago today, January 21, 2018:

The big “E” on this door in Buenos Aires represents “entrada” in Spanish which translates to “entrance” in English. For more photos, please click here.

A close up hippo encounter…A rarity in the bush…

We centered our attention on this particular hippo hoping for a wide opened mouth shot at one point. Unfortunately, he never cooperated, but we enjoyed the close-up photos nonetheless.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

An Egyptian Goose on the far shore of the Sunset Dam in Kruger.

It seems as if each time we visit Kruger National Park, we encounter an exciting scene (to us anyway) that serves as fodder for an upcoming post. Today’s post about hippos proved to fit the bill.

As we drove across the bridge over the Sabie River, we spotted four hippos in the rapids.

As we drove toward the Mugg & Bean Restaurant in Lower Sabie a bit earlier than necessary to meet Rita and Gerhard for lunch, we noticed some activity on the Sabie River bridge. We veered off the main road to see what the commotion was all about.

We shut off the car’s engine to avoid vibration, taking photos for quite some time while we decided which hippo provided the best photo ops. It wasn’t these two.

We located a good spot to park the car as close as possible to the edge of the bridge, closest to the hippos, to enable us to take a few decent shots, hopefully. With many other cars on the bridge, we were pleased to get an excellent place to stop.

From time to time, these two hippos moved a little but never enough for unique shots.

While trying to take photos, we’ve found it necessary to turn off the car. The vibration from the running vehicle has an impact on the quality of the photos. I’ve even noticed when Tom moves to get more comfortable. It can have a bearing on the clarity of my photos.

Periodically, our star-of-the-day closed his eyes to nap in the bubbling waters.
In any case, we sat at that location for approximately 30 minutes, reveling in every moment while watching the motion of the hippos in the bubbling river. Others drove by while we sat with cameras aimed at the hippo’s mouth, hoping for the one unique wide-mouth shots.

It never happened. We realized as we drove away that the wide-mouth shot wouldn’t be necessary after all.  Instead, we had an opportunity for the first time to be so close to hippos, hardly needing to use much zoom to acquire the photos we’re sharing today.
It was a hot day, and he appeared relaxed and at ease in the fantastic rapids washing over him.

Over these past six years, three months, we especially took an interest in getting closeups of animal’s faces.  There’s something magical about the intensity of their looks, expressions, and demeanor that reveals so much of who they are and perhaps, if we’re lucky, how they feel.

As we reviewed these photos, we couldn’t help but find a bit of whimsy in these faces, oddly faces of one of the most dangerous animals on the planet, killing many humans as follows from this site: “Ungainly as it is, the hippopotamus is the world’s deadliest large land mammal, killing an estimated 500 people per year in Africa. Hippos are aggressive creatures, and they have very sharp teeth.”

From this site:  “The hippopotamus, commonly referred to as the hippo, is a round, bald, cantankerous herbivore with a semi-aquatic lifestyle and a fearsome reputation. At 14 to 16 feet and 4,000 pounds, they are as long as a car. The 3-foot skull houses huge, protruding canines, called tusks, contained in a broad, cavernous mouth that can be opened to a gape of 150 degrees – 3 times wider than the human jaw.”

As dangerous as they may be, for the safari-goer/tourist, they are fascinating animals to observe in the wild, and we’re grateful for the experiences we have had over this extended period spent in Africa.

The hippo’s skin is gray to brownish-red with pink areas around their ears and under their chin. They have very few hairs on their body but do have stiff whiskers on their broad lips that feel like a broom and a small amount of fuzziness around the edges of their ears and on their tail.

Today, we had yet another fun party to attend, a bush braai at Frikkees Dam in Lionspruit, a game conservancy inside Marloth Park. We dined on fantastic food with about a dozen in attendance, including a traditional potjie Danie and Louise made with seafood. It was divine, comparable to fine seafood chowder.

Earlier this morning, I made a big pan of an Italian dish for tonight’s dinner. Now, back at the house, none of us are hungry, so we’ll play it by ear. Maybe by 7:00 or 7:30, we will be hungry again.

“Ah, that splash feels good,’ he moans.  Hippos don’t swim, although they spend nearly 16 hours a day wallowing in rivers and streams. When not strolling along the bottom, they propel themselves by pushing off the riverbed, or rocks, driftwood, or other hippos, and gliding along for a distance before pushing off again.

Linda and Ken are leaving tomorrow. Their week with us has sailed by, and we look forward to seeing us again in February when they return to Marloth Park from Johannesburg for our upcoming going away party, hosted by Kathy and Don. At this point, we’re leaving MP in 25 days.

Have a fantastic evening!


Photo from one year ago today, January 19, 2018:

Fancy chalk graffiti on the exterior of a cafe in Buenos Aires. For more photos, please click here.

The “Little Five Game” animals…Hard to find…Interesting to see…

A rhino beetle we found on the veranda on Thursday. They are harmless to humans and don’t bite.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Basket, the Bully, appeared with a terrible injury to his right ear, most likely due to a fight with another warthog.

A few nights ago, while Linda, Ken, and Tom, and I lounged on the veranda after dinner, we joyfully spotted what we thought was a dung beetle. We were even more excited when we realized it was harder to spot rhino beetle. We couldn’t have been more thrilled to see and handle this fantastic little creature, a member of Africa’s “Little Five Game.”

Unfortunately, we’ve only spotted two of the little five during our past year in the bush, as indicated in today’s included photos. But in our remaining 26 days in Marloth Park, we’ll be keeping an eye out for the other three little creatures in this select group, hoping to round out this experience.

In any case, we wanted to share with our readers precisely what is construed as the Little or Small Five as an adjunct to the familiar and popular Big Five so enthusiastically sought by visitors and locals to national parks and game reserves throughout Africa.

Today we’ll start with a description of the Elephant shrew and continue from there, ending with our favorite, the infamous rhino beetle, which joined us after dinner on Thursday evening.

A considerable portion of the text has been added from this site.  

“In Africa, the little five game animals are: The term “little five” was brought to life after the marketing success of the big five for tourist safaris in Southern Africa. This prompted a call by nature conservationists for visitors to acknowledge the savanna’s smaller — less noticed — but still enigmatic animals (called bushveld in South Africa).

The “little five” species contrast in terms of sheer relative size to the animals, which
they share a part of their English name with the more well-known “Big Five.”

The”Little or Small Five game” consist of the following animals:
This is an elephant shrew. (Not our photo).

Elephant shrew: a small, insect-eating mammal with a long nose. Elephant shrews are very common in Southern Africa but seldom seen. Elephant shrews, also called jumping shrews or sengis, are small insectivorous mammals native to Africa, belonging to the family Macroscelididae in Macroscelidea. Their traditional common English name “elephant shrew” comes from a fancied resemblance between their long noses and the trunk of an elephant and their superficial similarity with shrews (family Soricidae) in the order Eulipotyphla. However, phylogenetic analysis revealed that elephant shrews are not classified with true shrews but are, in fact, more closely related to elephants than shrews. In 1997 the biologist Jonathan Kingdon proposed that they instead are called “sengis” (singular sengi), a term derived from the Bantu languages of Africa, and in 1998 they were classified into the new clade Afrotheria. They are widely distributed across the southern part of Africa. Although common nowhere, they can be found in almost any type of habitat, from the Namib Desert to boulder-strewn outcrops in South Africa to thick forest. One species, the North African elephant shrew, remains in the semiarid, mountainous country in the continent’s far northwest.  The creature is one of the fastest small mammals, having been recorded to reach 28.8 kilometers per hour (17.9 mph).

Red-billed buffalo weaver. (Not out photo).

Buffalo weaver: The body length of approximately 24 cm and the weight of 65 g place rank this as one of the largest Ploceidae (weaver birds). Visually the sexes are not significantly differentiated from one another. The red-billed buffalo weaver is distinguished from the white-billed buffalo weaver (Bubalornis albirostris) by the color of its bill. The feathers of the male are dark chocolate brown. The front wing edges and the wingtips are flecked with white. His bill is a shade of red. The eyes are brown, and the feet are reddish-brown. The female’s body is also colored dark chocolate brown, without the white flecks on the wings. However, her chin and throat feathers include broad white-colored hems. Her eyes are dark brown, and her legs light brown. Adolescent birds are a lighter shade of brown.

The diet of the red-billed buffalo weaver consists primarily of insects, seeds, and fruit. Particular insects the bird feeds on include crickets, locusts, grasshoppers, caterpillars, beetles, weevils, wasps, bees, ants, flies, and spiders. Its diet also includes scorpions. Most of these food sources are located in the soil or low vegetation. As a result, the red-billed buffalo weaver does most of its foraging on the ground. Climate changes have not significantly affected the abundance of prey for the bird.  These birds tend to live in dry savannahs and sparse woodlands. They prefer areas usually disturbed by humans and livestock. If people living in the community, with a population of red-billed buffalo weavers, leave, the birds often depart as well. Thus, at places that continue to be urbanized, these birds find more homes. Additionally, overpopulation does not tend to be a problem for the red-billed buffalo weaver, as they live in colonies.

This is our photo of a leopard tortoise we spotted in Kruger, shown in this post.

Leopard tortoise: The leopard tortoise (Stigmochelys pardalis) is a giant and attractively marked tortoise found in the savannas of eastern and southern Africa, from Sudan to the southern Cape. It is the only member of the genus Stigmochelys, although it was commonly placed in Geochelone in the past.  This tortoise is a grazing species that favors semi-arid, thorny grassland habitats. They may dwell in abandoned fox, jackal, or aardvark holes in both scorching and cold weather. Leopard tortoises do not dig other than to make nests in which to lay eggs. Given its propensity for grassland habitats, it grazes extensively upon mixed grasses. It also favors succulents and thistles. The phylogenic placement of the leopard tortoise has been subject to several revisions. Different authors have placed it in Geochelone (1957), Stigmochelys (2001), Centrochelys (2002), and Psammobates (2006). More recently, the consensus appears to have settled on Stigmochelys, a monotypic genus. There has been considerable debate about the existence of two subspecies, but recent work does not support this distinction.  “Stigmochelys is a combination of Greek words: stigma meaning “mark” or “point”* and chelone meaning “tortoise.” The specific name pardalis is from the Latin word Pardus meaning “leopard,” and refers to the leopard-like spots on the tortoise’s shell. The leopard tortoise is the fourth largest species of tortoise in the world, with typical adults reaching 40 centimeters (16 in) and weighing 13 kilograms (29 lb). Adults tend to be more prominent in the northern and southern ends of their range, where typical specimens weigh up to 20 kilograms (44 lb), and a gigantic tortoise may reach 70 centimeters (28 in) and weigh 40 kilograms (88 lb). The carapace is high and domed with steep, almost vertical sides. Juveniles and young adults are attractively marked with black blotches, spots, or even dashes and stripes on a yellow background. In mature adults, the markings tend to fade to a nondescript brown or gray. The head and limbs are uniformly colored yellow, tan, or brown.

This is an antlion.  (Not our photo).

Antlion: The antlions are a group of about 2,000 species of insect in the family Myrmeleontidae, known for the fiercely predatory habits of their larvae, which in many species dig pits to trap passing ants or other prey. The adult insects are less well known, as they mostly fly at dusk or after dark, and maybe mistakenly identified as dragonflies or damselflies; they are sometimes known as antlion lacewings, and in North America, the larvae are sometimes referred to as doodlebugs because of the strange marks they leave in the sand.  Antlions have a worldwide distribution. The most extraordinary diversity occurs in the tropics, but a few species are found in cold-temperate locations, such as the European Euroleon nostras. They most commonly occur in dry and sandy habitats where the larvae can easily excavate their pits, but some larvae hide under debris or ambush their prey among leaf litter.  Antlions are poorly represented in the fossil record. Myrmeleontiformia is generally accepted as a monophyletic group, and within the Myrmeleontoidea, the antlions closest living relatives are thought to be the owlflies (Ascalaphidae). The predatory actions of the larvae have attracted attention throughout history, and antlions have been mentioned in literature since classical times.

This is our photo of a rhino beetle.  See info below.

Rhino beetle:  Dynastinae or rhinoceros beetles are a subfamily of the scarab beetle family (Scarabaeidae). Other common names – some for particular rhinoceros beetles – include Hercules beetles, unicorn beetles, or horn beetles. Over 300 species of rhinoceros beetles are known.  Many rhinoceros beetles are well known for their unique shapes and larger sizes. Some notable species are, for example, the Atlas beetle (Chalcosoma atlas), common rhinoceros beetle (Xylotrupes Ulysses), elephant beetle (Megasoma elephas), European rhinoceros beetle.  (Oryctes nasicornis), Hercules beetle (Dynastes Hercules), Japanese rhinoceros beetle or kabutomushi (Allomyrina dichotoma), ox beetle (Strategus aloeus), and the Eastern Hercules beetle (Dynastes tityus). The Dynastinae are among the largest beetles, reaching more than 150 mm (6 in) in length, but are entirely harmless to humans because they cannot bite or sting.

Some species have been anecdotally claimed to lift to 850 times their weight. Their common names refer to the characteristic horns borne only by the males of most species in the group. Each has a horn on the head and another horn pointing forward from the center of the thorax. The horns are used in fighting other males during mating season and for digging. The size of the horn is a good indicator of nutrition and physical health. The Dynastinae are among the largest beetles, reaching more than 150 mm (6 in) in length, but are entirely harmless to humans because they cannot bite or sting. Some species have been anecdotally claimed to lift to 850 times their weight. Their common names refer to the characteristic horns borne only by the males of most species in the group. Each has a horn on the head and another horn pointing forward from the center of the thorax. The horns are used in fighting other males during mating season and for digging. The size of the horn is a good indicator of nutrition and physical health.  The body of an adult rhinoceros beetle is covered by a thick exoskeleton. A pair of broad wings lies atop another set of membranous wings underneath, allowing the rhinoceros beetle to fly, although not very efficiently, owing to its large size. Their best protection from predators is their size and stature.

Additionally, since they are nocturnal, they avoid many of their predators during the day. When the sun is out, they hide under logs or in vegetation to camouflage themselves from the few predators big enough to want to eat them. If rhinoceros beetles are disturbed, some can release very loud, hissing squeaks. The hissing squeaks are created by rubbing their abdomens against the ends of their wing covers. Rhinoceros beetles are relatively resilient; a healthy adult male can live up to 2–3 years. The females rarely live long after they mate.”

Tomorrow, we’ll continue with more from yesterday’s outing to Kruger National Park with more exciting photos, focusing on some unusual shots of hippos, up close and personal.

Please check back tomorrow for more.  

Have a lovely weekend!

Photo from one year ago today, January 19, 2018:

A colorful exterior of an ethnic restaurant near a park in Recoleta, Buenos Aires, Argentina.  For more photos, please click here.

A visit to Kruger National Park with many special sightings!…

Today, Ken took this playful elephant baby photo. What a fantastic shot!

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Ken’s photo:  A Southern Carmine Bee-Eater they spotted today in Kruger National Park, the first sighting for him and Linda.

Today, my plan had been an entirely different topic than our visit to Kruger this morning. Not only did we take off for the park now that the holidaymakers mainly had left the area, but Linda and Ken and Rita and Gerhard had also done the same.

The baby elephant is at play with family members.

We prefer to go into the park on our own since it’s never easy taking photos from the back seat of a standard car.  Besides, experienced self-drive enthusiasts each has their particular way of searching for wildlife and routes they prefer to take.

As it turned out, we met Rita and Gerhard for lunch at the Mugg & Bean for a delightful lunch and conversation, as always. By the time we returned to the house, Linda and Ken were already sitting on the veranda working on their photos from the day’s self-drive and offered to include several of their photos for today’s post.

There were six giraffes in this particular tower.

With company coming for dinner (friends of Linda and Ken’s) at 1700 hours (5:00 pm), the two are preparing and cooking the meal. I was left with 90 minutes to complete today’s post, about one-third of the time I usually spend.

I’d taken over 100 photos today, and the time required to go through all of them would occupy the entire 90 minutes I had allowed to get this uploaded. Thus, I’m doing the best I can and apologize for any brevity and errors in my haste.

Elephant family crossing the road with a few babies protected by the parade.

With only 27 days remaining until we leave Marloth Park, we may only visit Kruger National Park a few more times. Today proved to be a special day with several good sightings and the lack of tourists in the park.  

Unfortunately, obstructed by vegetation, it was challenging to get good photos of the five lions we spotted near the entrance to Crocodile Bridge. This may have been five of the notorious Verhami Pride.

Although there would be three or four vehicles jockeying for position at notable sightings, overall, traveling through the park was easy. After stopping and staying so long at the lion sighting toward the end of the day, we realized we needed to get the show on the road and get back.

The dinner guests will arrive in less than 30 minutes, and I need to shower again (another hot, sweaty day) and make myself presentable for the evening on the veranda.

In a hurry to get back to the house to do today’s post, these were the best we could get of this pride of lions.

Over the past 48 hours, we’ve been bombarded by biting flies. I can’t type more than a few words, and I have to stop swat flies, hornets, and wasps away from my sweaty face.  But, as they say, TIA, aka “This is Africa,” and that’s the price we pay to enjoy such wonders as we’re showing here today in our photos.

In the next several days, we’ll include more photos from today’s trip to Kruger and a fascinating story for tomorrow when I’ll have more time to be more detail-oriented.

Have a spectacular day and evening, wherever you may be.

Photo from one year ago today, January 18, 2018:

Tom is quite a history buff and is particularly fascinated with older structures. For more photos of Recoleta, please click here.

An outstanding birthday party in the bush…

Ken set up the camera on a timer to take this photo of all 10 of us! Fantastic!

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Fork-trailed drongo Ken was spotted in the garden.

It was quite a night. A fabulous time was had by all. Per my expectations, the food all came out well, and everyone kindly gushed over the vast array of options and flavors.

Rita loved being silly with all of us at her birthday dinner party.

We included the menu in yesterday’s post. If you haven’t seen it, please click here. It was a lot of work making all the menu items in the sweltering heat and humidity, which has finally cooled down a bit today.  

Rita and I pose for more silly photos. We’ve built quite a lasting friendship in only a few short months. We both feel fortunate for all of our beautiful friends.

With Linda’s efficient help, we managed to get through all the food prep, and later, both she and Louise jumped in to help with dishes. Tom kept loading the dishes, and soon, all will be completed, perhaps even before Zef and Vusi arrive, who are always willing to do dishes when they clean the house each day.

Danie, Leon, Tom, Gerhard, and Ken, from left to right, toasting a good evening.

Somehow, we don’t feel right leaving them piles of dishes from the previous night’s dinner and party, and we make every effort to clean up as much as possible. By 8:00 am this morning, I had the second load of laundry washing, Tom had the dishwasher emptied and put away, and we were ready to begin a new day.

And the girls, from left to right, Louise. Dawn, me, Linda and Rita.

Most likely, this will be the last dinner party that we’ll host in Marloth Park. With only 28 days remaining until we leave the park, we’ll begin chipping away at the food we have left instead of buying large quantities of food for future entertainment purposes.

Linda and Louise took on dish duty.

And what a party it was! It was a perfect compilation of personalities, the ability to laugh, and the commonality of our mutual love of the bush. The evening passed so quickly. We were disappointed when it was over.

We celebrated with one toast after another.

Yes, we worked hard, but it was worth every moment. Today, my legs are tired from being on my feet for almost two days, standing on the ceramic tile floors. The awful weather, humid and hot, made the prep all the more taxing.  

The boys were toasting once again.

But I can’t wipe the smile off my face in recalling the fun Rita, Gerhard, our other friends, and Tom and I had last night. Of course, adding to the night’s good humor was the constant flow of some of our favorite warthogs who stopped by to see what all the commotion was about, and yes, check out the pellet situation.

We had no idea why the fingers were on our heads, but Ken, who took photos, thought it worth a shot.

We saw “Little,” Mike and Joe, Sigfried and Roy, Mom and Babies, and not surprisingly “Basket, The Bully,” who stopped by for a while to show off that he, too, could be good-natured in a social setting.

Initially, I’d planned to serve the meal in courses, but when we got a late start with the food since we were preoccupied having fun, we narrowed it down to only three courses instead of four. It all worked out as well as we could have wanted.

Rita and Ken pose for silliness.

Today, Linda and Ken are heading to Kruger for a few hours, and soon, we’re off to the dentist for my second to the last appointment. Then my teeth will be done, done, done until our next cleaning in some other country down the road, wherever that may be.

Tonight, we’ll dine on leftovers which we’ll particularly enjoy at a leisurely pace with Linda and Ken. Perhaps, after dinner, on the veranda, we’ll play a few more rounds of their dominos-type game while seeing who stops by to say hello.

Have a fantastic day!

Photo from one year ago today, January 17, 2018:

There are also many historical hotels and buildings in Buenos Aires, Argentina. For more photos, please click here.

In another state of mind today…It’s all about the food…Tonight’s menu…

Today, there has been an invasion of baboons and Vervet monkeys around our property.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Young male bushbuck in the garden.

Today reminded me of our old lives when we entertained, making a wide array of main and side dishes and, of course, some delicious dessert.  The place settings, the linen placemats, and linen napkins folded into a configuration I learned almost 50 years ago when I worked as a server in a supper club in Minnesota for a short time.

No doubt, I always make more food than we’ll need, fearing that there’s enough for everyone. Plus, Tom and I both love eating leftovers. The convenience of not having to cook for a few more days, along with the opportunity to savor the special foods, once again makes leftovers incredibly pleasurable for us. 

Little, while he was lounging in the water in the cement pond.

With Linda and Ken here, we’ll feast tomorrow night again and freeze whatever is left. Based on the foods we have accumulated in the chest freezer, we may not have to shop for food again, other than fresh produce, for the remainder of our time in Marloth Park, at this point in 29 days. It’s hard for us to believe the time is passing so quickly.

Tonight’s menu for Rita’s birthday consists of the following items:

Happy Hour 
Lemon Drop Martinis (sugar-free) *
Assorted Nuts and Cheese
 
First Course
Spiced Pumpkin Soup*
 
Second Course
Par 30 Salad*
with bacon, cauliflower bits, slivered almonds, diced green onions, fresh greens, and tossed with homemade dressing
 
Third Course
Marinated Filet Mignon*
Rosemary Lamb Chop*
Peel & Eat Prawn Tails*
Cheesy Potato Casserole
Cheesy Cauliflower Bake*
Sauteed Green Beans with Crispy Bacon and Caramelized Onions*
Toasted Garlic Ciabatta Bread with Parmesan Cheese
 
Fourth Course – Dessert
Cheese Pie with Buttery Almond Crust*
 
All items marked with an asterisk (*) indicate the item is low carb, grain, starch, gluten-free and sugar-free
 
 This young male bushbuck stops by several times a day along with other bushbucks.
So far, I have everything prepared except the final touches on the salad, cooking the prawns, baking the side dishes, and preparing and grilling the garlic bread. Tom will be cooking the meats on the braai.

But even with this seemingly small amount left to do, it will result in a busy day when putting it all together. Thus, based on this, unfortunately,  I have to cut today’s post short to get back to work on this lofty menu.

Little, leaving the cement pond after a soak on a hot, humid day.
By the way, last night, we had a barrage of visitors, including many warthogs, kudus, bushbucks, and duikers. It was a delightful evening on the veranda with Linda and Ken. We had a nice dinner and played a fun domino-type game.

Tonight’s party should be fun as well. Let’s hope the power stays on!

Happy day to all.

Photo from one year ago today, January 16, 2018:

This scene in La Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires, where Evita Peron is entombed, particularly caught our eye.  For those photos, please click here.

Celebrating with friends…Dinner in town…Is it dangerous at night?…

 
Last night, Rita sat at the edge of the veranda feeding pellets to the kudus. This photo so much bespeaks her love of wildlife.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Mom and Babies arrived this morning to greet our guests.

Yesterday was the actual date of Rita’s birthday, and we’ve been committed to making her birthday as unique as she is.  She and Gerhard had hosted Tom’s birthday with an elaborate meal and decorations on December 23rd, which we posted on December 24th at this link.

Our original plan was to host her dinner party yesterday, but with this horrible heat and humidity, we postponed it for tomorrow, Wednesday, when it’s supposed to be cooler. We’ll see about that!  
Tom at the end of the big table on the veranda.
Right now, at 11:30 am, the humidity is outrageous, and the four of us, including visiting guests Linda and Ken, are situated on the veranda sweating up a storm. Every so often, I go into the kitchen to work on a recipe for tomorrow’s dinner party, sweating all the more.
 
As of this moment, I have prepared one dish for tomorrow’s dinner party, with six more dishes to prepare, including salad, sides, and dessert but not including the three main dishes. If it weren’t so hot, this meal would be a breeze.
Ken and Linda were at “happy hour” last night before we headed out to dinner.
Because Rita’s birthday was yesterday, we wanted the evening to be special for her, so we all decided to go out for dinner on Linda and Ken’s first night here.
 
Most residents of Marloth Park don’t drive to Komatipoort for dinner based on a history of car-jackings on the highway before Ngwenya. But, with all the dining out we’ve done lately in Marloth Park, we suggested leaving Marloth Park to go to Tambarina in Komatipoort, a famous Portuguese dining establishment known for their prawns.
Gerhard was conversing during the happy hour. 
It was a little risky, especially when Zef, one of our two outstanding household helpers, was recently attacked at gunpoint on this same road but deftly defended himself with the spray from a hose of scalding hot water from the radiator in his vehicle. He escaped with his life after spraying the perpetrator in the face with the boiling water while ending up with severe burns on his arm. 
 
We hesitated in driving the two cars necessary to carry all six of us. Still, We decided we’d all be extra diligent in devising a plan on how we’d divert any potential criminals trying to get us to stop the car.
Rita’s fillet and salad which she enjoyed at Tambarina last night for her birthday celebration.  
I had called ahead and made the reservation for six informing the staff it was Rita’s birthday. They made it special at the end of our meal by singing “the birthday song” and serving each of us a shot of pink marula (a local alcoholic beverage/liquor made from the fruit of the Marula tree).  
 
Rita and I, both low carb, passed the marula shots on to our husbands for their pleasure. By 2200 hours (10:00 pm), we were on our way back to Marloth Park, relieved as we passed the security gate into the park that we’d made it back without incident.
Tom’s dinner of Beef Condon Bleu with rice and vegetables.
The night’s sleep was fitful. I awoke at 2:00 am and didn’t go back to sleep until 4:00 am, dosing in and out until I finally got up, showered, and dressed by 7:00 am, anxious to visit with our lovely long-time friends and houseguests, Linda and Ken.  
Gerhard’s meal of fried calamari, baked potato, and vegetable.
Upon entering the living room from the comfort of the night’s airconditioned room, I knew we were in for another scorcher.  Although today’s temperature will only be 34.4C (94F), the humidity is running over 80%. Brutal. Brutal.
 
For this reason alone, we appreciate the fact that we’ll be moving on in less than a month. The rest, not so much. Departure day is looming before us, and as we celebrate with the people and wildlife, we love we know it won’t be easy to say goodbye.
Linda, Ken, and I each ordered the chicken stir fry, which was prepared for our dietary needs.
Goodbye for today, dear readers. We’ll be back tomorrow with more.


Photo from one year ago today, January 15, 2018:

Tom was thrilled to be seated in the comfortable big booth in the bar with me at the Prodeo Hotel in Buenos Aires, watching the live Minnesota Vikings playoff game. For more details, please click here.

Busy last month in the bush…Wonderful friends…One month and counting…

She decided to look at her reflection in the glass of the little red car.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Mom opted for a sitz bath on the steamy hot day.

Tom is inside the house watching the US football game playoffs, having the time of his life. I’m outdoors on the veranda on a cooler but very humid cloudy day, hoping it stays this way for a few more days for the upcoming cooking frenzy for Rita’s birthday party on Wednesday.

Friends Linda and Ken are on their way here from Johannesburg and should be arriving sometime in the early afternoon. Tonight, we’ll have our first celebration for Rita’s birthday at Tambarina Restaurant in Komatipoort.  The next few days will be pretty busy but most certainly lots of fun.

My beautiful friends Linda and Kathy (left to right) took me to lunch five years ago for my birthday.  

Kathy is planning a special “going away” day for me on February 5th,  a pedicure at a local resort with a spa with lunch following. Hopefully, Rita and Linda will join us for the “girl’s day.” 

Five years ago, this reminded me of when Kathy and Linda took me to lunch at a beautiful resort outside of Marloth Park to celebrate my upcoming birthday. Here are the photos above and below and the link to that beautiful day.

No one was handy to take a photo of the three of us.  Linda and I had to suffice. The Buhala Lodge was located on the Crocodile River.
And now, more fantastic memories are being made as our time in this magical place comes to an end, one month from today. It has been such a joy for both of us to have the great friends we’ve made in Marloth Park, many over five years ago and others in recent years, which ends on February 14th when we head to Nelspruit for one night before our early morning flight to Nairobi, Kenya.
 

On Friday, February 8th, Kathy and Don will be hosting a going-away gathering at their house. We had decided we wouldn’t have time to host our own going away party (a tradition in the bush) before we departed with so much to handle and pack after spending a year here.

Last night, Wildebeest Willie and Mom and Babies got along well while eating pellets.

On our last Saturday night in the bush, we’ll have a little get-together at Jabula for dinner, more time to celebrate friendships we’ve cherished in our extended period in Marloth Park.

Mom and Babies ate some pellets and some lucerne.

Oh, I don’t mean to go on and on about how blessed we are to have such good friends. But the reality remains when we leave here in one month, friendships and close relationships will be sparse again. Nomads, like us, don’t have the luxury of making lasting relationships wherever we go.  

This is a female hornbill with red on her beak.

There isn’t enough time in each country to cultivate the types of relationships that last a lifetime.  However, we’ve been fortunate to have made many lasting relationships with the beautiful people we’ve met as our landlords/property owners and other passengers aboard a cruise.

She stops by and squawks at us for birdseed.  We always cooperate.

We recall our three months in Tuscany, Italy, in 2013, while we lived in the tiny village of Boveglio. No one spoke English. In those three months, we never shared a meal with anyone we met, although we were invited to a party, doing our best to communicate with the other guests.  

A blurry photo was posted July 20, 2013, in Bovelgio, Italy. Handing off the camera to a kindly gentleman to take our photo, I must have accidentally changed to “out of focus background.” After the beautiful night we had, I couldn’t resist posting the images, although they were all out of focus. In the photo with us is Daniela at my left and Armenia sitting on the steps.  For the link from that date, please click here.

There were numerous other countries where we’ve lived, where we had little to no social interaction with locals, often based on language barriers. Nonetheless, we still had a marvelous time together in each of these instances, depending on one another for idle conversation and friendship, a vital part of any relationship.

In a mere 84 days, we’ll be back in Minnesota for 17 nights, hoping to be able to see many of the friends we’d made in a lifetime along with many beloved family members.  

This female hornbill often reminds us she is hungry.

But, then, we’ll be on to new lands, new adventures and we’ll carry all the great memories we made with us here in Marloth Park, looking forward to the time in the future when we’ll return to see our friends once again.

We are grateful and as Tom always says, “Humbled and blessed,” to experience this world around us, filled with amazing people, fantastic scenery, and of course, fantastic wildlife, who by the way are stopping by more and more each day, as the holiday season in South Africa winds down.

The family enjoyed a few hours in our garden.

Plus, we never forget for a day all of our kind and thoughtful readers who touch our lives every day, knowing YOU are beside us all the way. Thank you for sharing this life with us.

May your day be filled with the companionship and memories of good friends throughout your life. Be well. Be happy.

Photo from one year ago today, January 14, 2018:

At a local “cultural” restaurant in Buenos Aires. To us, these stuffed pig intestines, “Chinchulin,” were the least desirable items on the platter. Please see details and more photos here.

Upcoming week…A terrifying past experiences comes to mind…

One of several giraffes we spotted last night when dropping Rita and Gerhard back at the Hornbill house. The partial moon is shown in the photo.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

What are you looking at, Ms. Kudu?

There was an internet outage during the night and this morning, but it was repaired, and we’re back on. I certainly didn’t want to miss posting again after my 36-hour illness when I was too ill to prepare a post.

I was feeling much better today after somewhat of a sluggish day yesterday. As always, last night, we dined at Jabula with Rita and Gerhard for another excellent meal with enjoyable conversation and ambiance.

We often see people we know while there, and the interaction between us is fun and uplifting. Last night, we were particularly reminded of how little time is left until we’ll be leaving Marloth Park in a mere 32 days. We’ve begun to say our goodbyes.

Warthogs aren’t interested in eating the fallen marula fruit.

Today, we’re busy organizing things around the house for our upcoming house guests, Linda and Ken, who’ll arrive tomorrow afternoon. We’ve moved Rita’s birthday party to Wednesday when it’s supposed to be cooler.  

It’s simply too hot to cook right now. Today will be almost 40C (104F) once again, with awful humidity, and forecasts for Monday and Tuesday don’t look much better. Of course, the weather could change between now and Wednesday but, we’re committed to sticking with the newly planned date.

This mongoose is only interested in cracking this egg.

Last night, on the return drive from Jabula with Rita and Gerhard in the car, we spotted several giraffes near their house on Hornbill and in their garden. What a lovely sight to see in the evening! Thus, the above main photo.

We had many amazing experiences at that house five years ago, which prompted the balance of today’s story about a scary event in January 2014.  

Sometimes it takes a little ingenuity to crack an egg, including banging it on the ground or a tree stump.

Please see below:

It was a little over five years ago that Tom had the worst scare of his life in January. We were seated on the veranda at the Hornbill house while working on our laptops while watching for possible visiting wildlife.

The sightings had been excellent during the first month at the house, and our expectations were high. Now, no wildlife encounters particularly scared us, although we always remained diligent and cautious.  

When kudus and warthogs are in the garden, bushbucks don’t have much chance of eating any pellets when they’re easily scared off. Tom holds the container of pellets for her to ensure she gets a few bites.

Suddenly we both heard a “plop’ and began looking around to see what it possibly could have been. In a serious tone, Tom said, “Get up slowly and move to your left!”

Curious that I am, without giving it a thought, I quickly jerked to my right. Bad move. Lying on the ground, a short distance from Tom’s bare feet, lay a snake…not a huge snake but a snake nonetheless.

We’ve since learned a bit about snakes after attending snake school last March. A huge snake can be relatively harmless, and a small snake can be deadly. That size means nothing when it comes to venomous snakes.

I’ll feed gentle Ms. Bushbuck from my hand, one of few instances in which we do so.

This scene transpired in a matter of seconds, although it felt much longer. Tom was seated in a chair, much closer to the snake, while I was at the table a short distance from him.

The moment I realized what we had before us, I said, ”Get the camera!” This was and still is a normal response of mine.  

Handsome male impala in the park.

In a flash, we both saw the snake, staring at Tom, flaring his hood, and instantly we knew it was some cobra. What type of cobra was it? We didn’t have a clue. 

(Anyone living or staying in Marloth Park for extended periods should attend snake school. Had we known then what we know now, we would have responded differently). 

Later I realized how dangerous it was to be bending down to take photos after Tom had somehow managed to get it into a corner of the veranda next to a big stingy mop where it stayed until the snake handlers arrived 10 minutes after I’d made the call.

An ibis tucked away in the vegetation in the garden.

Click here for the balance of the story with several photos of the snake, albeit blurry from my shaking hands.

Tonight will be our first night on the veranda since last Wednesday, and we’re hoping to see many of our wildlife friends, now beginning to return after the long holiday season.

Have a wonderful Sunday, wherever you may be!

Photo from one year ago today, January 13, 2018:

We walked to another part of Buenos Aires that day, looking for a jeweler who could replace Tom’s watch battery which we never found.  It took us over an hour to walk back to the Palermo district, our hotel’s location.  For more city photos, please click here.

We’re back!…First ever missed post due to illness…

Big Daddy was stopping by a few weeks ago to nibble on the lucerne we had delivered from Daisy’s Den. The bush is much greener after recent rains, and the wildlife seems less interested in the lucerne.

“Sighting of the Day in the Bush”

Oxpeckers eating ticks and fleas off the hide of a kudu.

Update on yesterday’s missing post: On Thursday night when it was still very hot, we all decided to forego our usual Thursday night buffet dinner at Ngwenya. Instead, since Rita and Gerhard had never been there, we decided to go to Phumula, a nearby restaurant we’ve visited a few times since we arrived last February.  

We didn’t love the focal lodge and restaurant food, ut it was always fresh and acceptable and they had aircon in the main bar/dining area.  It was a good choice. I didn’t drink much wine, only having a few glasses of light dry rose with ice in the hot weather. I ordered beef, veg, and salad, nothing too exciting but proved to be fine although my meat was way overdone.  I prefer it rare.  It was medium but tender so I didn’t complain.  

The four of us were so deeply engrossed in our conversations, not having seen each other in a week, we didn’t pay much attention to the food. We’d arrived at 1700 hours, (5:00 pm) and were out the door by 2030 hours, (8:30 pm).

Once back at the house, which was as hot as an oven, we decided the spend the rest of the evening watching “America’s Got Talent” on my laptop in air-conditioned comfort in the bedroom. 

Most of the wildlife groom themselves quite well.  Other than warthogs, they seldom appear dirty.

During the second episode I dozed off for a few minutes and Tom awakened me. A nap wasn’t good before going to bed for the night which would tend to make it hard to fall asleep later. I awoke from his gentle nudge with a shudder.  A wave of nausea washed over me that literally made me jump up and run to the bathroom. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I felt so dizzy I could hardly stand.

Something was terribly wrong. Was it food poisoning? What could it be? It was 2200 hours, (10:00 pm) and I knew I had a long horrid night ahead of me. I had never in my life felt so nauseated and dizzy.  

No doubt, I put Tom through hell with me when I was up and down all night, stumbling my way to the bathroom only to (gross, be prepared) have the dry heaves. I hadn’t puked in 20 years nor was I going to now.

I even found myself groaning and moaning (how disgusting) when the dizziness and nausea were almost more than I could bear. What was going on? The night was so long. I literally watched the clock on my phone waiting for it to be over.  Things are always worse at night, aren’t they?

As much as the kudus eat the vegetation, they still enjoy pellets and an occasional marula that falls to the ground from the tree in our garden.

At certain points throughout the night,  I imagined having to go to the hospital in Nelspruit, over an hour’s drive away. But I couldn’t imagine sitting up and riding in the car.  It was entirely impossible to sit up.  The room was spinning.

After a while, I took a Tylenol (aka Paracetamol or Panadol, here in SA).  It didn’t help at all. I knew I just had to wait it out.  

In the morning, I contacted Rita.  She’d eaten the same meal I had but hadn’t suffered any consequences. Thus, it wasn’t food poisoning—more than anything, I wanted to know what was going on and why I was feeling this way. I was too sick to look it up on my laptop.

In the morning, still as awfully ill, I managed to shower and get into a comfy nightdress, heading straight back to bed.  Tom brought me my usual first-thing-in-the-morning lemon water and a large mug of iced Sprite Zero. No doubt, drinking a lot of fluids was important, regardless of the source of this scourge.

Kudus are good at making woeful eye contact indicating they are looking for pellets.

During the day, I had so much on my mind. On Monday afternoon, longtime friends Linda and Ken were arriving to spend the upcoming week with us, staying upstairs in the house. On Monday evening, we had Rita’s birthday dinner party planned at our house with an extensive menu for 10.

The weather predictions for Sunday and Monday were over-the-top, expected to be well over 40C, (104F). The thought of cooking all that food in such high temperatures was daunting particularly if I wasn’t going to be fully recovered from this awful bout of nausea and dizziness.

On Thursday night, unprompted by me, Rita suggested we move the party to later in the week when cooler weather was predicted. This thought stuck in my mind all day yesterday when I trashed about in bed in a dreadful dizzying state.

I didn’t eat a morsel of food all day long. Tom had taken a container of great leftovers out of the freezer for his dinner with enough should I decide to eat. By 1800 hours, (6:00 pm) I knew eating was vital to my recovery. Not eating alone can cause nausea and dizziness.  

Recently, we’ve seen less helmeted guinea fowl in the garden. WTheymay has found better areas to search for grubs and worms than in a dry garden. with recent rains

Tom made each of us a bowl of the food, heated in the microwave and we ate in air-conditioned comfort. It was hard to sit up to eat so I managed small bites, using a spoon to get it down. Much to my surprise, I ate most of the food, leaving only about 25% which I managed to finish a few hours late. I began to feel a little better.

We watched a few episodes of the show, and by 2200 hours (10:00 pm), I took an over-the-counter Somnil and slept straight through for a full eight hours. I awoke this morning weakly and bleary-eyed, but nausea and dizziness were almost completely gone.

Today will be a resting day but at least I can write today’s post with my head up. That was the first time out of 2359 posts, over a period of 6 years, 9 months, 29 days, that I failed to do a post due to illness. We didn’t begin posting daily until sometime in the first year.  

Thus, there’s been 2495 days past overall since we started doing the post on March 15, 2012, which may be found here at this link. But we didn’t leave Minnesota until October 31, 2012, with the link for that day’s post found here.

Frank and The Mrs. and some friends stopped by for a visit.  Frank is on the far right, the Mrs. on the left.

I deliberated over whether or not I should go into the details of my 36-hour illness but thought perhaps someone out there has experienced something similar and could offer some insight. Please feel free to write a comment at the end of this post or write to me via email.

Had I had a heart condition or some other serious type of condition, surely I would have sought medical assistance.  But, I must admit, I’ve had similar occurrences in years past, although not quite as severe as on this occasion, and recovered just fine. I’ve had recent medical exams and blood tests and all is fine. Go figure.

Tonight, we have plans to go to Jabula with Rita and Gerhard for dinner. Since it is so scorching, I have no desire to cook a meal. If I spend the rest of the day resting and recovering, I’m planning on being able to go out to dinner.  

Will I ever know what caused this? Probably not.  But, all I can do is move forward and pray this never happens again on a travel day! Traveling the world while taking good care of one’s health is no guaranty one won’t get sick or encounter situations such as this.

Be well.

Photo from one year ago today, January 12, 2018:

Chef Ramsey would be proud of this perfectly cooked medium rare 800 gram (28 ounces) sirloin steak at La Cabrera Restaurant in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The ribeyes looked good but had more fat, and Tom prefers less fat on his meat.  For more great food photos, please click here.