Winter birding in Mwadui

This week we drove out through the mine and into the bush and no matter what we see, Grant always stops and I photograph the bird or animal. As in the case of the two oft-seen and common birds in the next two sequences of photos, they turned out to be juveniles!

African Sacred Ibis (Juvenile)

The African Sacred Ibis is a large white bird with a black decurved bill. While the adult's head and neck is naked while the juvenile has a white-feathered neck which appears mottled. 

A clear view of the African Sacred Ibis (Juvenile) 

Just around the corner from where we saw the African Sacred Ibis Juvenile, we came across another small body of water with another juvenile in it! I photographed this bird about ten days ago in another small pond on the airstrip. The water there has since dried up and this resourceful bird moved to another place!

 Yellow-billed Stork (Juvenile)

While I snapped away at this young bird, I noticed that it used one foot to agitate the water and so stir up any tasty morsels of creatures lurking below

While we're on the "Yellow-billed" birds, I'd like to post a very, very common - in fact quite pesky - raptor here in Mwadui: the Yellow-billed Kite. However, no bird is too common or "nasty" for me to miss a photo op when they pose so beautifully on the airstrip beside our vehicle. 

 Yellow-billed Kite; a handsome bird ...

 ... with a fearsome profile

Driving along through the bush, we stopped to photograph mousebirds, Grey-capped Social Weavers, a Dark-Capped Bulbul and a Silverbird.

In my bird book, the Silverbird is listed along with Black and other flycatchers. It sits beautifully while you click away  

At our favorite largish reeded dam of water, we spotted a moorhen swimming quickly into the reeds.

 Common moorhen just visible in the reeds

As I watched the Common Moorhen disappear between the reeds, another duck appeared in my line of sight. This was a new waterbird for me and Grant. We sent it off to Jez who returned with the verdict: Lesser Moorhen. A lifer for us. 

 Lesser Moorhen 

Lesser Moorhen and juvenile

 Lesser Moorhen Juvenile

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I hope you're all having a wonderful week so far.  

 

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Visiting the school for endagered children

Although I didn't post about it,  we ladies from Mwadui visited the School for Blind and Albino children (Buhangija Center) in the nearby town of Shinyanga at the end of May. That day we took fruit, (bananas, oranges and naartjies), bread rolls and bottles of juice. We served the full school of 250 children and once they'd all had their fill, we promised we'd be back in a month and took our leave.

Meanwhile we ladies had began to buy as many underthings (for small girls and boys) that were available in Mwadui. Can you picture the shop owner's face when a Mzungu bibi (white lady) walked into her shop and asked for every one of the ten packets containing 24 underpants that she had on the shelf! Amanda arranged with Nsia to go to the local market with money donated by the men on camp and buy clothes for tots to pre-teens.

We also bought vegetables for soup, and when several people on the client camp cut up their hindquarters, sheep and pigs, they kept the bones and offcuts for the soup. Amanda and her butler/chef, Yasini made the soup in huge saucepans last Thursday. 

 

 Linda sits with Omari, her interpreter and colleague, with a little boy who has just recently been abandoned by his mother. (Linda and husband, Eric, pictured below, are Lutheran Missionaries here)

On Friday a convoy of four vehicles containing the Mwadui 
expats, 300 bread rolls, two pots of soup and four large bags of clothes  arrived at Buhangija Center amid great excitement from the children. The company driver, Edward and the school headmaster, arranged the children in groups and we handed out soup and rolls.

When everyone had had their first cup of soup and rolls, we announced that they could come up in groups for seconds, thirds and even fourths in some cases!

 The Mwadui men prepared the juice in situ,  while Nsia and Jacky, Nsia's house-lady, handed it out to the children

 Omari serves the older boys and girls 

After the children had all had their fill, the headmaster asked them to wash their hands and faces (sticky with soup, bread and juice) at the outside tap and to go to the dining room. There Amanda, Nsia, Marita, Louise, Debbie and I were waiting at tables with clothes set out in ages and gender. The idea was to dress the children from the supplies that Nsia had bought, while piling their own clothes in a heap which we hoped the carers would wash later on. 

Tilla, who had stayed on camp with Louise' young son, Wessel had donated 2 x 25kg bags of washing powder. We were hoping to encourage the carers to have a routine of washing the children's clothes in order to have a change when the ones they were wearing became too soiled.  Until last month, they had complained that they could not keep the clothes clean as a) especially the children generally only had one set of clothes - read: very tatty and faded clothes -  and b) they didn't have laundry detergent. It's our fervent hope and prayer that the ladies in charge of the little ones will have pride and care enough to keep these children's clothes clean and changed regularly.  

 Nsia in the foreground, sorts out clothes for the teenies, while Amanda is assisted by two older children of the center

A selection of girls' blouses, slax and skirts with a pile of girls underpants in the bottom corner

Amanda bought a supply of hats to protect the fair scalps of the Albino children

I stood on a bench to get an overview of the dressing as it was taking place. As you can imagine it was like bedlam once we'd allowed all the children to come in and they clamored for their turn at new clothes!

I was in charge of dressing the little boys. This one, like all the others, had never even seen underpants let alone worn any. He posed proudly before I pulled on his trousers

This picture tells a poignant story: the ladies are all busy dressing the children while three carers stand by and watch !

Ditto! Omari, Debbie, Phillip and Louise dress the children while the carers look on

I posted the following photos on Face Book so some of you may have seen them already. 

Marita with her little double in pink and blue

In previous posts I mentioned the boy whom we called the Goat Child. He is about 12 and due to early childhood trauma, has the mentality of a three-year-old. Amanda and Andre especially bought a couple of sets of clothes, hat and dinky toys in a blue tog bag for him. Nsia told me she'd heard someone call him Johanna so we now know his name. (And he's my namesake!) 

I found it appropriate that Linda photographed me with my "fitness partner" . He was thrilled with his cargo pants and Fitness Festival tee shirt

Linda with Eric and the little boy who has now had a change of clothes. He clung to Eric from the moment we arrived there...

...until he later fell asleep.  Louise took him from Eric and placed him on a bed in the babies' dormitory. I wondered what that little mite thought when he awoke later on Friday to find his new-found baba (dad) Eric was no longer there. Heartbreaking stuff!

 Nsia had two precious little ones who clung to her outside once she'd finished dressing them

After all the clothes had been utilized, Amanda explained to the carers that the old, soiled clothes in the middle of the room had to be laundered and kept aside for a change. As I said above, we 're hoping that the carers will care enough to use the donations for the children's comfort and hygiene!

Meanwhile, Debbie and her fiance, Phillip had been given the items we'd bought and collected for the older children: toiletries and personal necessities for the older girls and combs, toothpaste and toothbrushes for the older boys. 

Afterwards we sent the children outdoors to where Debbie and a team of helpers were tending to the children with open sores, blisters and other skin irritations.

 Linda treats a sore on this little boy's mouth

 Phillip applies ointment to an open sore on this little lad's face

 Debbie sprays Dettol onto scratches and sores on on the back of this boy's neck

 (you can see more on Linda's FB page: Funke in Tanzania)

When we visited the school at the end of May, Debbie also treated the children's sores.  Afterwards she left a large tub of Vaseline jelly, skin ointment, cotton wool pads and a large bottle of Dettol (anti-septic) for the carers to continue to apply to those children who needed it. When we returned this time, the older children told Debbie that the children had not been treated with the meds as no-one knew what had happened to it!

Eventually it was time for us to pack up, get into the vehicles and wend our way back to Mwadui. We were hot, grubby and  thirsty. But, we were happy that we'd had another successful morning with the Endangered children of Tanzania. 

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