four and twenty black (with white spots!) birds baked in a pie!

Well it finally happened I started hitting the birds and not just making noise. Shooting the Guinea foul and Franklin on the farm is an after work form of relaxation and protein provision for the staff. Since I've been involved it's been source of frustration, lean times for the staff and escalation bird populations. The farm has a huge number of Guinea foul with two to three thousand milling about. Fergus was driving and I stand on the back using the cab roof to steady the rifel. Todays harvest was four Guinea and two Franklin. I know six out of three thousand is not the best percentage but I was chuffed.

The birds will be presented to the guys digging our new ponds tomorrow. At least we have ensured the Bull dozers and excavators will keep hurtling around cloaked in huge atomic like plumes of dust.

African Beasties.

Our family of long necked Hippo happily munching on a tree. The names of all the African wildlife can be confusing but I have picked it up in no time. In fact I am almost a fully fledged game warden. Below one of our fine African stripped Lion - a ferocious beast.

Big little fella!

Just wanted to show you a pic one of the little fellows running around here. This four year old male was shot by a friend of the farm. The Eland needed to be culled as we have too many young males of this age. When the dominant male dies (normal cause of death American hunter!) one of the younger males will rapidly gain weight until he is about one third bigger than the fellow in the photo. I am the one bravely grappling with the horns and the other guys are game farm employees.