Caracal

Cats of the Wild

Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire. ~Virgil

There must be something magical and magnificent about spring or even just thoughts of spring. Music to the soul.

Every year, just before the official ‘Spring date’ in people’s vocabulary, the West Coast of South Africa announces the coming of spring, sometimes in low tones with a few violins, sometimes with a full orchestra. (The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubenstein)

This year was no exception, but at the Wild Coast National Park not as splendid as 3 years ago.

There are many theories one being that in 2006 the winter rains were preceded by a period of drought. But be it as it may we were fortunate that we had a glimpse of the elusive Mr Rooikat (almost extinct now. He did not pose for long. He was gone again within a minute. Busy , busy, busy!