Trithor
Chico (..... the clown)
Africa can be a hard and difficult place. It is a continent caught off balance with one foot in the past and the other streaching out to catch up with a rollercoaster world of technological and social changes. There are huge social, political and economic uncertainties, but amoung all this I find great happiness. Nowhere am I as happier than in the bush. I have a small portion of Eden, a place which gives me great joy.
However every three years a difficult day dawns. It is a day I both look forward to and one which fills me with incredible sadness. Every three years I reduce our game levels to ensure that the browsing and grazing can sustain the animals through the dry season. Although the general plains game are close to my heart, non are closer than the giraffe. I have been selectively breeding these for melanistic character over the last 20 years, but each individual is special to me and it breaks my heart to see the non selected individuals go. I placate myself by trying to convince myself that they will be going to other areas where they will make other people happy.
And finaly that day dawns,
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I woke up at dawn to find the game capture crew had arrived in the night and set up camp in the back garden. Now just to wait for the helicopter and pilot to arrive;
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Next order of business, a aerial srvey of the farm, and a game count to determine the approximate locations of the animals which need to be caught and removed
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Now that the largest concentrations of game and more specifically the location of those that need to be removed has been determined, all that remains is to start building the catch pens (called Bomas in Africa)
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While the team continue building, the afternoon is spent moving arround the farm to try and move the big melanistic bulls away from the immediate catch area. These animals have all been caught a number of times and are very nervous of the helicopter in the air. Should they stampede they will crash through game fences and hurt themselves
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Then as evening approaches it is back to the house for dinner, glass of wine and an early night. Tomorrow is a BIG day!
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A peacefull sunset as a prelude to a sad day
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However every three years a difficult day dawns. It is a day I both look forward to and one which fills me with incredible sadness. Every three years I reduce our game levels to ensure that the browsing and grazing can sustain the animals through the dry season. Although the general plains game are close to my heart, non are closer than the giraffe. I have been selectively breeding these for melanistic character over the last 20 years, but each individual is special to me and it breaks my heart to see the non selected individuals go. I placate myself by trying to convince myself that they will be going to other areas where they will make other people happy.
And finaly that day dawns,
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I woke up at dawn to find the game capture crew had arrived in the night and set up camp in the back garden. Now just to wait for the helicopter and pilot to arrive;
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Next order of business, a aerial srvey of the farm, and a game count to determine the approximate locations of the animals which need to be caught and removed
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Now that the largest concentrations of game and more specifically the location of those that need to be removed has been determined, all that remains is to start building the catch pens (called Bomas in Africa)
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While the team continue building, the afternoon is spent moving arround the farm to try and move the big melanistic bulls away from the immediate catch area. These animals have all been caught a number of times and are very nervous of the helicopter in the air. Should they stampede they will crash through game fences and hurt themselves
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Then as evening approaches it is back to the house for dinner, glass of wine and an early night. Tomorrow is a BIG day!
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A peacefull sunset as a prelude to a sad day
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