The Retreat is nestled in a valley between the small rural farming villages of Ficksburg & Clocolan, with views that stretch to the majestic Maluti Mountains in the Mountain Kingdom of Lesotho in the south east. Succumb to our spacious and classy self catering accommodation, remote, in a vast and timeless setting, where we offer seldom found seclusion and privacy at affordable rates
Greeting the Sun
When resident locally the awesome Secretary Birds stand atop their tree roost and greet the newly risen sun.
Stretching and preening with amazing balance they ready themselves for the flight back to earth & another day of hunting ........
One seldom gets the opportunity to see these regal giants of the African skies in quiet mode. They are more usually seen striding across the veld in search of food, and they really do cover a large area of ground quickly.
However here at Amohela ho Spitskop Country Retreat & Conservancy it is a special privilege to share some of these moments, against a background of the sun they present such wonderful silhouettes. These huge birds carry such grace and agility even when standing on very slender branches, their great sails of wings assist them to perform spectacular tree top gymnastics. Standing 1.2 metres tall with a 2 metres plus wingspan and weighing in at 3-4 kg, the hours spent photographing these birds of Africa, for they occur nowhere else, has been a special time for me, what a joy.
Photographs and text: Allen Jones.
Further Reading
The Apothecary lies within the 164 hectare Amohela ho Spitskop Country Retreat & Conservancy – known locally as Spitskop – or in Sotho – Petsana ( The Small Foal). And here you step into the enchanting world of WildFields, where 20 years of dedicated REWILDING has transformed a once neglected landscape into a thriving haven for nature and humans alike.
In 2002 when Allen and I returned to this small farm and that wonderful mountain, we were aghast at the destruction that over farming and present day farming methods had done. It was a quiet sad place, in the evenings sitting outside on what was then a crumbling “veranda” the nights were still, no crickets, no frogs, just……silence….and uncomfortable nothingness kind of stillness. And so the healing began.
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