At the end of the road from the field station was a road leading out of the village and across the plateau. Patty and Tess would often go running here. David, Gwendolyn and I would come for evening walks.
Unfortunately, the beginning of the plateau walk also seemed to be the town dumping grounds. There were huge piles of rubbish lining the road, everything from old TVs and refrigerators, to clothes, plastics, and general trash.
Even so, the walk was beautiful. Often with gorgeous skies like this one.
And incredible birds. We would regularly see bee-eaters, rollers, and hoopoes. And as night fell we would hear the eerie howls of golden jackals - all reminding us very much of Africa.
At the end of the road from the field station was a road leading out of the village and across the plateau. Patty and Tess would often go running here. David, Gwendolyn and I would come for evening walks.
Unfortunately, the beginning of the plateau walk also seemed to be the town dumping grounds. There were huge piles of rubbish lining the road, everything from old TVs and refrigerators, to clothes, plastics, and general trash.
Even so, the walk was beautiful. Often with gorgeous skies like this one.
And incredible birds. We would regularly see bee-eaters, rollers, and hoopoes. And as night fell we would hear the eerie howls of golden jackals - all reminding us very much of Africa.
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It does look like Africa! And it's a gorgeous photo of you and the Wren.
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