Early morning trip to waterhole revealed 2 jackal in hot, if unsuccessful, pursuit of guinea fowl.
Luis spotted a chestnut vented tit babbler.
Plenty of herds of all the grazers at the waterhole. Constant coming and going. A badly scarred springbok, but seemed to be healing, against all odds.
On way back to camp, found a green winged pytila
Then, a flurry of crow squawking and chasing, this guy appeared. Not able to id him yet- some black morph of sorts
Michael, a 29 year old New York City resident spending 6 months in Southern Africa, joined up with us. He is touring on a motorbike and, in order to get into Etosha, had to leave his bike outside the park and hitch a ride in. He sleeps in a hammock. A very presentable and likable young man with interesting stories to tell. A lion was roaring close by from early evening. We so hoped he'd put in an appearance for Michael's sake. Michael ended up taking his sleeping bag down to the waterhole and sleeping on the bench. Eventually, the lion kindly announced his presence with a mighty roar and Michael got to see "his" lion.
Also, at the waterhole, were 3 black rhinos. 2 of them were having a standoff with much roaring (yes, they do roar), snorting, huffing and puffing, mock charging each other from time to time. Eventually, peace prevailed, they drank their fill of water and disappeared into the night.
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