It’s a little grainy as I took the shot without a tripod in very low light conditions, but the lights of Seapoint are so amazing to see at sunset, it would be a shame not to share. Taken from the foothills of Signal Hill.
My back garden is like a war zone at the moment. The horrible drought that has taken a grip on Cape Town has forced more and more wild birds to leave their mountainside habitat and look for water in domestic gardens. Lately I’ve had species of sunbird I don’t normally get to see in my garden coming to feed and the squabbles and antics are fascinating to witness.
Dry and hot weather results in quite a few scraps among the different species. Most of the time it’s like watching kids in a playground as they fight for a spot at the spout.
Although sometimes different species do get along and it’s quite a civil affair.
There are more take offs and landings in my garden than at Heathrow at the moment 🙂
And then there are the domestic disputes. Or maybe it was a mating ritual. Either way I photographed their interaction for 10 minutes. In heat of 32 degrees C !!
As for the ubiquitous and gutsy Cape White Eyes, there’s often a tag team to take on the competition – although squabbles amongst themselves are equally common 🙂
Then there are the playground bullies who scare everyone else away. Male weaver birds are notorious thugs.
And the shy guys. Cape Bulbuls are regular visitors but are always on high alert while the other species are uber bold by comparison.
Most of my subject matter in Morocco was people and places, so it was a real treat to do a little wildlife photography while driving through the cedar and pine forests and barren, rocky landscapes of the Middle Atlas Mountains on the way to Midelt.
This area is populated by nomadic shepherds tending their flocks, while the cedar forests are home to Barbary apes, North Africa’s only monkey, who were totally unfazed by the thick layer of snow on the ground. They are fairly habituated as far as tourists go, but seemed to be a lot more relaxed than the Chacma baboon troops on the Cape Peninsula where I live, where the interaction between man and baboon has become problematic*.
See some of my earlier posts about the Chacma baboons that share the place I call home by following the links below:
I took over 1000 photos during a recent trip to Morocco, but if I had to chose only one favourite, it would be this shot taken at sunrise in the Sahara Desert.
For me photography isn’t only about skills and good cameras, but also about being in the right place at the right time. This particular capture is the payoff for sleeping cold in a humble tent during the coldest Moroccan winter in a decade with the wind lashing the tent entrance throughout the night. I had woken before most of the camp to photograph the sun coming up in the dunes when this small train of camels appeared out of nowhere and crossed my path.