|   "We
drove our four wheel motor bikes through miles of
crusty brine flats to get to the few large grassed
islands that offered refuge to the breeding migrants
such as avocets, etc. The islands, a few kilometers
in length, were long enough to have a good walk
along the shore line. Waves of rain water had lapped
the beaches of beautiful quartz pebbles, casting
upon their whiteness, pink flamingo feathers and
leaves blown by thermaling whirlwinds. Tiny lifeless
bodies of locusts and dragonflies, caught in winds
blowing them nowhere, could be seen embedded in
the patterns of the dry receding water lines. But
life abounds on these arid grasslands and the prickly
desert cactus blooms in the face of the hot northerly
winds. A black wasp, shining with all the iridescent
blues of our glossy starlings, flies past us with
determined direction, in search of the big hairy
spiders on which its future depends."
Love
to you all
Daphne
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