Morning erupts here on the Kunene River with ebullient energy – the bird chorus is chirpy, full of range and volume. Sounds like a herd of elephant is marching over the tin roof. I shoot out of bed, armed with camera to see a troop of agile vervet monkeys scampering through the camp.
Little faces peer intently through the leaves – some are bold, others shy and they’re alert anticipating being chased off. Then comes the high wire act as they make a dash across the power cables. The previous evening the tree squirrels showed off their athletic moves on the same wire and we delighted in their balancing act doing showy moves with their elegant tails. The monkeys shimmy across in an instant, perfectly balanced and surefooted.
The property has fruit trees but it’s the campers with accessible food supplies who are the real attractants. Even though there are notices up at every campsite with rules not to feed the monkeys, the advice is often ignored.