GAME DRIVE!

     There are two new supervisors to look after the volunteers at Imire.  They are Morgan and Rob, two young, enthusiastic, good-humored, knowledgeable, and energetic Australians who seem made for this type of work.  They are friendly and calm, reacting to any perceived calamity with reasoned assurances, and they clearly LOVE Imire and consider life there as a continual BLAST!
     They are spontaneous and fun, and when there was a lapse in Sunday's rain, they organized an impromptu game drive simply to go look at stuff in the game park.  Great idea!  All us volunteers piled into the truck.

 I just can't get enough of those giraffes.  They seem to have been amazingly productive in the last year and a half.  There were only four when I was here last, but now there seemed to be about ten.  In the foreground here is one the youngsters.  You can tell by how light-colored he is.  He's not exactly small, though I guess he's only a few months old.  He MUST stand at least 10 - 12 feet tall.
     These guys free roam in Imire's huge  area (hundreds of fenced-in acres), but even so, seeing a truck coming means TREATS to them, and they're more than willing to pose for nice close-ups. 

 









Always room for one more giraffe photo.  They have to be one of the most aesthetically charming creatures in the world, and I'll never forget the ones I got to cozy up to at Giraffe Manor a couple of years ago.

Blast from the past (2015)

Well, we saw lots of stuff I didn't get good photos of, including a big snake, some zebras, a secretary bird--and for years now, I've been trying to get a good picture of one of my favorites--wart hogs.  They run around surprisingly fast, and they're unexpectedly hard to photograph.  Here's my best effort.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Two warthogs, too much action

                                                                  

A nice little herd of "bachelor" impalas

    The next day was Monday, and after many many good-bye hugs, another volunteer whose flight left about the same time as mine and I left for Harare, sadly leaving Imire in the rear view mirror.