Tuesday, February 24, 2015

An Open Letter to Bill O'Reilly

The New York Times reports this morning that when it contacted Bill O’Reilly in the course of its coverage of the David Corn reportage on his exaggeration of his exposure to danger in "a war zone in Argentina, in the Falklands," he said “there would be repercussions if he felt any of the reporter’s coverage was inappropriate. ‘I am coming after you with everything I have,’ Mr. O’Reilly said. ‘You can take it as a threat.’”

I have already said to many of my friends that I have read the back and forth between David Corn and O’Reilly, and it is apparent that he lied in various of his claims about his work from Buenos Aires during the Falklands War (apologies to my Argentine friends for not calling them the Malvinas).  But I’ll say it again right here.  Corn's analysis of O'Reilly's blowhard comments rings true.  O'Reilly lied.


Sue me, Bill!

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Destroying Lanier Heights

My newest blogging project involves a rapacious developer that is participating in the destruction of the neighborhood of Lanier Heights through a project at 1726 Lanier Place that turned a single-family house into an eight-unit apartment building that overshadows its neighbor's gardens, blocks out the sun, and threatens to wreak havoc on the parking situation for residents who are not as fortunate as we are to have parking behind our own houses.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Leopards, cheetah and game galore – safari at Ruaha National Park

We rose early for breakfast at the Mdonya Old River Camp so that we could get out on a day-long game drive.  Breakfast was at the same communal dining table as dinner – and as you can see from the photo, it was pretty chilly on a winter’s morning, requiring multiple layers and long-sleeves for all.  There was a basket of rolls with butter and jam on the table, along with pitchers of coffee and hot water for tea, and eggs were cooked and served with breakfast meats and a piece of roasted tomato




We were a bit late getting into our game drive vehicles, and we took off on a headlong drive to our first viewing opportunity; someone from another camp had spotted a special sight and had communicated its location by radio to all the other guides, and we had to hurry to be there to make sure that we did not miss chance.  And it was very much worth the rush: a leopard was lying under a tree!  we watched for nearly twenty minutes, pleased when it looked our way, and when it yawned, and especially when it got to its feet, walking away and showing its muscles as it did so.






While we were watching the leopard, we noticed a dove on a nearby branch which was not the usual blue/grey variety with a white tail: an  emerald spotted wood dove


Finally we pulled away in search of other sights, then suddenly realized that we had a problem.  Throughout our driving, we kept elephant dung burning in a coffee can tied onto the back of the land rover: when we were stopped, the fumes from the burning dung would drive away the tse tse flies


But the burning dung had fallen out of the can when the land rover has lurched backwards in the course of extrication from the bush; so the driver had to douse it, lest an uncontrolled fire get going

After passing by a nice two-trunk tree,


another elephant right by the side of the road,


and startling some zebra as we drove by,


we passed into a more open area where we paused for a pit stop as well as a group photo with Maulidi Hussein, our guide


In the field were a rufous crowned roller

 a blacksmith plover


a mixed group of impala

and an area studded with baobab trees


Here a euphorbia candelabrum is growing together with another tree

I liked this tree trunk, too

We could tell that these three giraffe are all female because they have so much tuft left on their ossicones, or horns; the males wear them off the hair while fighting for dominance


A viewing of these female ostrich in the distance


was followed by something much more interesting in the foreground: almost hidden in the grass near us, a leopard could be seen stalking some impala in the mid-distance


Impala being stalked by a leopard in Ruaha National Park

Leopard on the prowl

Leopard stalking impala


A pair of giraffe standing near the impala suddenly began staring in the direction of where the tiger had been moving through the grass.  The impala suddenly began showing caution, looking toward the stalking leopard as well.  The giraffe which may well have signaled to the impala that danger was afoot — Maulidi explained that prey animals have ways of communicating about danger with other species as well as their own



Eventually, the impala shifted their grazing further away, and we lost sight of the leopard in the grass.  We drove off, but the vehicle carrying the rest of our party remained; they told us that, about twenty minutes after we left, the leopard sauntered across the road right in front to them, apparently having given up the hunt.   

We drove across the savannah toward a likely spot for a lunch break, passing this nice tableau of zebra and impala grazing together

some giraffe




and this giraffe drinking, with its legs splayed out like that skeleton we had seen earlier in our trip


Here is the buffet lunch we enjoyed


Then we drove off again; the road signed indicated that we were headed toward the “Little Serengeti,” which I assume meant that it would be a large plain full of animals.  We were really moving when I spotted some greater kudu at which I’d have liked to look more closely, but  even though I indicated interest, the land rover did not so much as slow down.  I had learned to respect Maulidi’s judgment, so I bit my tongue – I assumed we were not stopping for a good reason.



And indeed there was: we could see a couple of vehicles paused ahead,

and we pulled up to see what they were seeing: a cheetah resting in the shade beside a tree


As we gazed at the animal resting comfortably on the ground, Maulidi talked to us about some of the feature that contributed to its success as a hunter: the small, aerodynamically shaped head that let it run so fast, and black markings under the eyes, comparable to the black that football players paint under their eyes, that keeps the bright sunshine from reflecting back into their eyes as they give chase to their prey.

The cheetah excited us by looking up, and standing up, then sitting and looking out in the distance
– might we see it take off after some game? 




It stretched out, showing off its musculature, and bared its teeth



Then, it lay back down, and the excitement was over.


Finally, we reached with Little Serengeti, where the plains stretched out into the distance




We were at another location on  the Ruaha River



with more giraffe close by


and a herd of cape buffalo


and other game



as well as very large sausage fruit tree




It was past the middle of the afternoon, and we were a long way from Old Mdonya River Camp; it was time to start driving back.  Along the way, we spotted a brown snake eagle on a tree; it flew across the sky to another tree





A male ostrich trotted along the road beside us

After passing another herd of elephant keeping their “little” ones close,



we saw a herd of Grant’s Gazelle




and this nice lone baobab with bark stripped well down



Along the road were a buff-crested bustard



a banded mongoose;


we had passed scores of bare-faced goaway birds (what a name!) and I finally got this nice shot of one



We passed both a solitary greater kudu



and a small herd of lesser kudu





As we closed in on our camp, we saw a troop of black-faced vervet monkeys (other guests had reported seeing them in the Old Mdonya River Camp itself)


The sky was already starting to turn pink as we got back to camp


We hurried to take our showers while the solar-heated water was still warm -- Nancy had to let it run for ten minutes but got to enjoy a hot shower; I was a little less lucky.  We were out to the the campfire well before 7 PM, after I made an unsuccessful attempt to  check in for our Ethiopian Airlines flight two days hence; but every time I selected an "available seat" the seat was showing as unavailable.

The group decided that, rather than take a meandering trip back to the airport the next morning, which would have required us to skip the regular breakfast which began at 7 AM, they would rather have a more leisurely breakfast at 7 and then drive straight to the airport. 

Nancy got quite a start noticing what we assumed was a nasty-looking large spider on her suitcase; I asked assistant camp director Ricardo what it was; he asked me to zoom in on the photo and pointed out that it could not be a spider because it had only six legs; it was a horned cricket.





While I was on the way to breakfast, this white-headed buffalo weaver was kind enough to pause for a portrait right next to the burnt-out campfire



Even though we left camp needed to go straight to the airport, we still had time to pause for a few nice views; indeed, we spotted an animal we had not yet seen at all during our four days of safari, these bush buck, which are nocturnal and hence generally not seen in the daytime




We finally saw the tawny eagle in the right light for a good photograph


We looked at the mountains in the distance that we would have to approach to reach the airport in time



Our scheduled flight from Ruaha to Dar was on Auric, was the fourth airline in as many single-propeller plane trips.  For the first time, though, our pilot was a black African (I confess I had begun to wonder if this were a profession that remained segregated in Tanzania).  Although we had seen lions at some distance, feasting on an elephant carcass, on our drive toward camp from the airport on our first day in Ruaha, we had not seen any up close; so it was with some surprise that we looked out the window of the plane to see a small pride resting along the runway.  We had this nice view of the Ruaha River from the our plane windows




The plane made a stop at the Iringa airport;


it was still a small airport, but not so small to have an air-conditioned waiting area with wi-fi, and not so small that the plane could not get refueled.  The refueling system was a bit more basic than what we were used to; a fuel drum was rolled out to the plane, then a line was run from the drum into the plane’s left wing




The plane’s weight had to be balanced, so a second drum was rolled out and the process was repeated on the right wing.  Then, we were on our way to Dar es Salaam.