So we strolled around the house upon arrival and immediately noticed the dangling nests of the Southern Masked-Weaver on a tree between the house and garage. Heading out to the deck to relax with a cup of tea after the long flight, surrounded by birds singing and flitting around, it was impossible not to grab my bird book and bincs. There was an occupied birdhouse in a tree growing up through the deck.
The occupants were a family of Crested Barbets - with their general scruffiness, dyed hair and mohawks they reminded us of punk rockers.
Next I saw a Green Wood-Hoopoe fly up into the yard - it was hard to miss the cackling and the flashing black and white.
We heard the "harsh, nasal" kay-waaaay of the Grey Go-Away bird before we saw our first one.
It wasn`t till the next morning that I spotted the spectacular African Paradise Flycatchers nesting in a tree between the house and Judith`s studio.
I continued to bird throughout our 3 week stay at the farm. What a pleasure to be surrounded by these wonderful creatures and to have the time to pay attention to them.
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