Day 4: Nyala, Impala and Sable
Well, no luck with the hyena last night; we are on call again tonight. We left this morning at 6:50, lunches packed and breakfasts eaten. We met Rita and the farmer at a reserve at 8:00 am planning to dart and move several nyala and impala. Before departing, we met the farm dog, Grey, a young shepherd breed full of enthusiasm. We divided into two bekkies (small pickups with side racks), and set off. I was with the group with Rita, so we set off in search of nyala. We drove along one of the tracks, then turned off onto a bush track, which is basically a space between trees large enough to fit a vehicle. Not too far along, an overhanging branch snatched off Carli's hat and stuck a thorn in one of her eyelids. After retrieving her hat, she asked me to remove the eyelid thorn for her. As I attempted to do so, I realized that I was not able to focus very well. Just as the realization dawned on me, several people asked me where my glasses were. Gone. They had been snatched off from my f...