Lessons in Nature - Lüderitz Peninsula

Geology, flora, fauna and scat

One thing about exploring an area with knowledgeable locals, you don't miss much. Between Ian and Doris, we had short lessons on local flora, fauna, animal tracks and scat, geology, topography, climate, weather, desert life and the list goes on. It was outstanding. The entire Lüderitz peninsula is criss-crossed with 4x4 roads marked with rock cairns and Ian's Jeep took the gravel and rocks and the steep inclines and descents with ease. Ian would stop in a seemingly barren area for no apparent reason. We'd get out and we'd find the most amazing things.

middle of nowhere luderitz

As we crested hills, the views of the lagoon and bays below were stupendous.

lagoon luderitz

He'd point out tracks in the sand … hyena, porcupine, springbok, a snake. Soon we'd see scat … porcupine, spring hare, springbok. I know, I know. I forget to take pictures of us eating crayfish, but I manage photos of animal scat. Go figure. Porcupine scat looks like dates, we were told. Hmm … I'm sure that piece of information will stick in my mind when other more important info will soon be forgotten. This isn't the first picture of scat I've provided though … remember that square wombat poo back in Tasmania?  Anyhow, porcupine are nocturnal so we didn't see any, but you can view them at the Namibia Travel link which also includes a National Geographic video of porcupine vs. lion.

porcupine scat in luderitz namibia

We followed the porcupine tracks and scat to a rocky outcrop with small caves that looked to be in recent use. Doris pointed out porcupine quills along the path, which we gathered with the same enthusiasm as we'd had gathering shells … and rocks and ... (Who knows when I'll need a quill?)

porcupine quills luderitz namibia

Ian filled us in on the geology of the place. There's amphibolite, a metamorphic rock and lots of quartz and iron in some places, sandstone in others. We saw feldspar and mica and other combinations of silica-dioxide. David liked the mica. It's used as an insulator for electronic components. He now keeps the piece he collected in his electronics drawer with his other electronic treasures.

mica from luderitz namiba

Midst all the rocks and parched, barren land, a touch of color caught my eye, a yellow ragwort blossom ... noxious weed, but color nonetheless, and hardy enough to exist in this harsh environment.

ragwort luderitz namibia

Then a splotch of bright pink flowers appeared on the roadside and this native plant had a story. It was Bushman's Candle, Doris informed us. The dried thick, thorny stems, about the size of a skinny cigar, were picked by the native San and used as an insect repellent. Doris lit one and smelling the thick smoke evoked childhood memories of frankincense and myrrh incense burned in my church at Mass. Another plant, Babies Thumbs, was used by the San also. When in dire need of something to drink, its bitter juice provided enough liquid to sustain life. It was also a laxative … gotta watch out for that.

bushmans candle luderitz namibia

A tok-tokkie beetle swiftly wended its way through the sand hiding in the shadow of a rock. They get their generic name from the tok-tok-tok sound they make when attracting a mate. There are hundreds of species of this beetle that have adapted well to desert life in the Namib like the fogstand beetle we saw the other day at Kolmanskoppe.

tok tokkie beetle luderitz namibia

In the bird department, we saw greater flamingos and lesser flamingos, African black oystercatchers, gulls and cormorants, weavers, a shrike, Hottentot teals and a startled bustard that took flight as we came around a corner. No pictures of the good ones … sigh! They were all too far away and shooting from a moving Jeep over a rough road is not ideal. Doris did pick up a shark egg case aka mermaids purse, while we were walking along the beach and I had to admit, though I'd seen one before, I didn't know what it was until she told me. I think it might be from an elephant shark, but I'm no expert.

shark egg case

All in all, the best kind of day … fun, informative and spent with new friends.

What's next? We never really know until it happens, but I'm sure it'll be something wonderful.

A Cat Chat

There's a friendly black and white cat that lives here at the yacht club. She gets a pat or a head rub  from several passersby each day. Certainly, I never pass by without giving her a scratch. She doesn't have a proper name although Diane in the marina office calls her Daisy.  I see her every morning waiting at the front door of the yacht club for her breakfast which is served promptly at 0800. I caught up with her for a chat the other morning … after breakfast was inhaled … to ask a few questions. chatting with daisy

Q: Daisy, where do you hail from? are you a local Cape Town cat? A: Can't you tell by my accent? I'm definitely a South African cat … born and bred here in Cape Town, destined to be just another feral cat, until I got a full-time job here at the yacht club.

Q: How long have you lived at the yacht club? A: I'm not really sure; I just always remember being here. Some of the members say it's been at least 7 or 8 years, maybe longer. Time flies. That's more than 50 years if you're a cat … over half a cat century.

close up

Q: Pardon my directness, but I noticed you have a,  shall I say,  “gnarly” ear. Can you tell me that story? A: There was a huge rat, twice my size, in the marina one time. I stalked him for days, waiting for just the right moment to pounce. Size didn't matter … I'm a vicious cat … he was a rat. I got him, but not without a few battle scars. Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Don't believe that other story floating around about a seagull.

(In actuality, I learned that when the local SPCA neuters cats in South Africa, they notch their ears to identify them. Daisy is a spayed female.)

rum barrel

Q: I notice you hang out by the rum barrel quite often. Do you have a drinking problem? A: Nah, I'm not allowed to drink on duty (though I do a little catnip once in a while). This spot gives me the best vantage point for watching food come out of the club. I used to be able to go inside and folks would buy me a plate of bacon, but the rules have tightened up. Rats! Now I have to sit out here and wait for my opportunity to grab a snack. It's so unworthy of a cat, you know what I mean?

Q: You're the only cat around here … do you ever get lonely? A: Lonely? No … this is a one-cat yacht club and I'm the cat. Lots of people stop to give me a pat or a rub as they pass, which I tolerate quite well, I think. Why would I want competition?

Q: What do you do all day? A: What a stupid question. I do cat stuff. I eat, preen, sleep, preen, poop, preen ... in that order. Once in awhile I act like I'm chasing something. It makes the humans feel safer that I'm here and justified my full-time position.

waiting for breakfast

Q: We had a cat named Jelly and she enjoyed sailing with us. Do you like to sail? A: Blah … blah... blah. I'm really not interested. (Yawn) No bacon? (Yawn) No snacks? Hmm … I'm exhausted … time for a nap.

Feathered Friend Collectives

I've written about collective nouns for animals before. I've even set up a whole page for them on our website. Some are pretty mundane … a herd of cows, a flock of sheep or a pack of wolves. The ones that intrigue me the most, however, are the collective nouns for specific species of birds. Some of them are descriptive and others are off the wall. See what I mean.

helmeted guinea fowl

A confusion of guinea fowl

 

masked lapwings

A desert of lapwings

 

swallows

A gulp of swallows

 

american woodpecker

A descent of woodpeckers

 

jackal buzzard

A wake of buzzards

 

yellow eyed canary

An opera of canaries

 

emu

A mob of emus

 

albatross

A weight of albatross

 

broad billed sandpiper

A fling of sandpipers

 

ostriches

A wobble of ostriches

By the way, a great source of collective nouns for birds is New Zealand Birds.