|The Silvermine River|
All too soon it was time to get back to our other commitments and we started packing up. There was a flurry of agitation from the oak tree where some weaver birds had made their nests. They were trying to chase away a large boomslang which was after the eggs. We watched the drama in fascination and luckily for the birds, the snake slithered down from the tree.
After that we were quite ready to leave and it was a short walk back to the cars.