Lions and Leaf Springs It was a morning so still, so silent, so perfect that I felt embarrassed to have intruded on it by stumbling out of the tent to put the kettle on. A quick glance around our trailer and shade tree revealed the usual birds on their morning chores. Sociable Weavers, Familiar Chats (so Familiar they cr*pped on our tent roof every morning!) a Glossy Starling grubbing for ants, a lioness sniffing the gas cylinder in the neighbour's campsite, a ...

Lions and Leaf Springs It was a morning so still, so silent, so perfect that I felt embarrassed to have intruded on it by stumbling out of the tent to put the kettle on. A quick glance around our trailer and shade tree revealed the usual birds on their morning chores. Sociable Weavers, Familiar Chats (so Familiar they cr*pped on our tent roof every morning!) a Glossy Starling grubbing for ants, a lioness sniffing the gas cylinder in the neighbour's campsite...