5 hours ago
As the sun dropped below the horizon I breathed a sigh of relief & shut my eyes.
The waterhole in front of me had been burnt into my sight, the white light I had looked into all afternoon had taken its toll. I was tired, drained & sweaty with nothing to show. Etosha can be like that.
As the sun had made its downward march I had hoped for some signs of life but nothing came, I guess the animals were smarter than I, but at least I had given it a try, maybe the next day will bring better fruits.
As I opened my eyes again I leant back in my seat, I could see clearly now. Without the heat I could sit more comfortably too, I knew the waiting & watching would surely carry on. The Bush TV in front of me was nowhere near done.
As the light faded so did the colours that hung in the sky, golden yellows turned pink, mauve then blue soon, soon it would be the darkest shade of black that would accompany the remainder of the night.
As I watched the blue transition towards night the fright glow of the floodlights kicked in, Okaukuejo is a place that keeps the Bush TV on all night, with safe animal friendly orange flood lights.
The dim of the orange bulbs illuminated the landscape around the waterhole while also turning the water a luminescent orange, but I knew that would not last long.
The orange water sat still as a shape appeared, two long prongs, then a head. An Oryx had come in late.
His reflection was easy to see, much easier than he himself, the darkness of night was coming on fast, as too a number of ducks that skidded across the waters surface.
The light on the waters surface must have acted like those on a runway, showing the coast was clear for an easy landing. The ducks trails ripples across the pond as their feet sunk below the surface. Eventually the ripples dissipated & the ducks all went their seperate ways, one into the golden light right in front of the Oryx who still stood timidly in the shadows. at Etosha National Park