The early mornings begin with such promise: I hear the twittering of Cape White-eyes; the chattering of a Cape Robin-chat; the last bubbling calls of the Fiery-necked Nightjar; and the soft urgings to get started by the Red-eyed Doves – all before the harsh cries of the Hadeda Ibises make one almost leap out of bed only to find the sun has not yet peeped over the horizon. Yes, the mornings begin with such promise … sadly, the cats that have moved in next door have created such havoc that I have replenished the bird seed feeders only once during the whole month; the mornings are quiet; even the bird baths are left abandoned despite the heat … and mostly because of the cats – one of which actually toppled the pedestal bird bath yesterday morning in an attempt to catch a Laughing Dove.
Some birds have bravely sought out where the bird feeders have moved to. This Village Weaver is one of them:
Last month I reported on Spotty, the Common Fiscal, bringing its youngster to the feeding table – and featured them in a post of their own a few weeks ago. During all this time – hardly having made sure its youngster can fend for itself – Spotty has been taking food off to feed another brood. Sure enough, this morning Spotty arrived with the latest youngster in tow. The latter flapped its wings and opened its beak widely until it was filled before starting over. It was a relentless process to watch. No camera at hand, so here is another photograph of Spotty, the able, willing, devoted and indefatigable parent:
Then, such a sad saga: I noted last month that the Lesser-striped Swallows had just completed their mud nest when it fell down. They then built another one around the side of the house, where I think – judging by the chirping and the constant flights to and from the site – they have managed to rear at least one brood. Sad saga? Well, this nest too has fallen down. The Lesser-striped Swallows migrate northwards from about February in this part of the country, so perhaps they were done for the summer anyway. They are in a difficult place to photograph and so this is one of a pair seen in the Addo Elephant National Park:
Another daring – under the circumstances of the feline onslaught – visitor has been the odd Olive Thrush. They make quick forays to see what food is available, gulp something down and disappear. Who can blame them?
It has been gratifying to watch the rapid development of the young Black-collared Barbet which came to feed on the cut apples with its parents at first and later returned several times on its own. The red colouring started showing through within days and it already looks similar to its parents.
My bird list for this month:
African Green Pigeon
Black-eyed (Dark-capped) Bulbul
Cape Turtle Dove
Greater Double-collared Sunbird
Grey-headed Bush Shrike
Southern Masked Weaver
For the eagle-eyed list-readers: both the African Darter and the Sacred Ibis flew over ‘my’ airspace.