By Roxanne Reid
A few days ago my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary with handmade flowers made of roller towel and a romantic dinner of toasted marshmallows and fresh bread made by one of the workers at Nossob camp in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park. All was right with the world. Yet this morning I’m threatening divorce.
A few days ago my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary with handmade flowers made of roller towel and a romantic dinner of toasted marshmallows and fresh bread made by one of the workers at Nossob camp in the Kgalagadi Transfrontier Park. All was right with the world. Yet this morning I’m threatening divorce.
We’re at Dikbaardskolk waterhole with a family of nine meerkat just a stone’s throw away, including three little babies lined up in a row. One of them has spring-loaded legs, popping up curiously to peer at us, then bobbing down again anxiously, up, down, like a yo-yo.
They’re all warming themselves in the early morning sun, so they’re easy to watch, unlike when they’re scurrying about in search of grub, red sand flying as they burrow to dig out a fat beetle larva or other titbit.
In fact, they’re pretty much holding their pose for photographs. The light is just right, the definition perfect.
Only problem is that my husband, in his wisdom, has packed the decent cameras away at the back of the vehicle, out of reach. All I have is my mik en druk, the telephoto lens of which is puny to say the least.
Hence the threat of divorce.
Here’s the best meerkat sighting of my life. Here are nine of the cute little guys obligingly posing in perfect light conditions.
And the expensive camera equipment may as well be sitting back in the shop where it was bought for all the use it is to me…
Copyright © Roxanne Reid - No words or photographs on this site may be used without permission from roxannereid.co.za.
They’re all warming themselves in the early morning sun, so they’re easy to watch, unlike when they’re scurrying about in search of grub, red sand flying as they burrow to dig out a fat beetle larva or other titbit.
In fact, they’re pretty much holding their pose for photographs. The light is just right, the definition perfect.
Only problem is that my husband, in his wisdom, has packed the decent cameras away at the back of the vehicle, out of reach. All I have is my mik en druk, the telephoto lens of which is puny to say the least.
Hence the threat of divorce.
Here’s the best meerkat sighting of my life. Here are nine of the cute little guys obligingly posing in perfect light conditions.
And the expensive camera equipment may as well be sitting back in the shop where it was bought for all the use it is to me…
Copyright © Roxanne Reid - No words or photographs on this site may be used without permission from roxannereid.co.za.
