The mournful calls of Emerald Spotted Wood Doves wafted across the Spekboom from around four in the morning. By first light several birds had begun methodically combing the camping area for bits of food that may have been dropped during suppers the night before. Among them were:
A Southern Boubou looking quizzically at the camera before resuming its search between the gravel stones.
An adult Olive Thrush that seized upon a baby tomato at the base of the Spekboom hedge, crushed it in its beak, and then fed it to the spotted juvenile following it around.
This Laughing Dove looks as if it has just woken up!
A more alert Redeyed Dove stretching to pick up a tiny seed lodged between the gravel.
This brightly coloured Cape Weaver flew down to see what may be hiding behind the leaves.
As did a sharp-eyed Southern Masked Weaver. You can tell the sun had risen by then!
While a curious Cape Bulbul watched the proceedings from on high.
Of course there were many more, but we had poured a warm drink and gone off to explore …