The dawn chorus is deafening at times in camp. We have a huge resident flock of rainbow bee eaters and their PRRR PRRR PRRR fills the air as I walk from my room to the mess hall. The wood swallows are still huddled on the power lines, and the zebra finches scatter from the path before me as I walk. The sunrise is a glorious spread of pink and gold, with the sun burning deep red as it rises. The air is fresh and cool...I love dry season dawns in camp.
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