The Call of Kimberley
It takes a few seconds. The Chestnut-vented Tit-babbler (1 on checklist) flits onto the edge of the deck, hops a little closer and picks up my cheese crumb. Not to be outwitted, a Familiar Chat lands quietly on the chair and flicks its wings twice while it checks out the table for more. A Fiscal Flycatcher watches eagerly from the low-hanging branch of a camel thorn tree branch two metres away, as a duiker tiptoes past to nibble on buffalo thorn leaves.
The dawn chorus slowly fades as the choir of birds leaves their roosts, and a ground-foraging Crimson-breasted Shrike (2)
