On the last day at Balule I decided to go do laundry. Sigh... But it has to be done. So I bravely mastered the temperamental machines at the Olifants camp and everything came out squeaky-clean.
So after duly loading all my stuff back into the truck I decided to take a slow drive up along the river towards Letaba. And it's when you take these really slow rides that you notice a lot more. As I was crossing a low water bridge there was a series of small pools that was obviously been well-fished by the local population of storks, herons and hammerheads. And you seriously wouldn't think there were any fish left in a pond like that. And yet you would be wrong....
There was this stork that had caught a rather large kurper, I think. If it isnt thought then in my favour it did have red fins. It had been dead a while as there were no fin flicks. So here's the problem... The fish is too big to swallow! But we don't want to share, even though there are more than enough "offers". So round and round the pool we wade, fly and hop. And when we try to swallow the oversized fish, we nearly choke and have to shake our head to gag it out again. And so it goes on. Eventually we decide enough is enough and fly off some where private to we can ponder our dilemma... The stork is either feeling very satisfied right now or has otherwise gone the "way of the fish" and is probably lying somewhere with a fish stuck in its craw.
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| A few of the crew at the pool... |
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| So here is the problem child... |
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| Ok, let's try... |
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| Ok, lets try... again. |
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| Er, no, I don't need your help! |
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| Heron: But I only offered... |
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| Take a hike! |
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| Ok, think I took the wrong turn here... |
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| An innocent bystander... |
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| Also innocent... |
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