What is the encounter with a common species that sticks most in your mind?
For me personally, my mind jumps to a hot summer’s day just after Christmas in 2024. I found myself on a remote beach down in the Cape Point reserve, in pursuit of that goshdarn vagrant bird that kept eluding me. I had been combing the area, walking up and down, probably beating my then personal record for number of steps in a day.
I had been preoccupied with finding this bird when I felt something on my skin. I looked down, and not quite seeing what this black speck was, bent down to have a closer look.
As I straightened, I could see a wispy cloud of these critters in the air about me. Flying ants in their nuptial flight.
Then, like a lightning bolt out of the blue, my vision was filled with hundreds of barn swallows. Up, down, left, right, they swooped and whizzed by, beaks agape. Their acrobatics were a sight to see. Scything wings and magnificent forked tails.
Then just as suddenly, it was over. The swarm of swallows swept upwards and disappeared into the sky, and I was left behind, my mind rising with them into the sky, stunned to total awe.







