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Our little nestlings are not so little any more.  They are now walking along the branches of the oak tree where they currently reside and still hassling Mom for food. It will not be long before they flex their wings and take to the sky with their clan to welcome the dawn with their "melodious" cries. 



Last year we were delighted to notice a hadeda ibis nesting in one of the oak trees in the Museum courtyard. Two chicks hatched and it was with great interest we watched them grow and become more adventurous, walking along the branches and exploring their home, until one day they took flight and the nest was left empty.

Happily, mother hadeda has returned to the nest this year (how that flimsy thing made of a few twigs has managed to survive the extreme southern Drakensberg weather is a miracle in itself) and we are watching and waiting to see if we have new babies this summer.

Hadeda are one one of those love 'em or hate 'em creatures and one continually hears complaints about how their raucous cries wake folk up  before sunrise. From a personal perspective, I have to say that their cries have never disturbed me and the typical ha-ha- hee-ha is quintessential Africa. I love watching them on my lawn foraging for pests using their scythe-like beaks to penetrate even the hardest of ground in their attempts to grab tasty morsels.

Now, if I could only train them to eat all the snails that eat my strawberries before I am able to harvest them!