Skip to main content

99 transects for bones in the bush, 99 transects for bones…

(sing the title of this blog post to the tune of 99 bottles of beer on the wall)

We completed our 99th transect this morning – and then our 100th! It was a momentous occasion. I started doing bone transects here on my own in 2003, and while I always envisioned this as a long-term research project, it’s exciting to see it really happening.


Team photo after our 100th transect today - Fire, me, Isaack, and Kari (Ella was in camp not feeling well)

Ella, Fire, and Kari looking at and measuring bones in a bush transect


Fire and Kari walking around a small muddy water puddle

Ella and Fire getting ready for a transect

Our vehicle with "gari ya mifupa"  (which means "bones car" in Kiswahili) written in the dirt on the back door

Ella, Fire, and Kari hard at work

Kari still drinks a can of Coke at the turnaround point on every transect

Ella and Isaack with their weapons of choice, a giraffe radius and a rifle

Kari asking Fire a question

Fire, Isaack, and Kari at work - Kari is our main photographer

Kari is getting better at identifying and articulating bones
Kari, Ella, and Fire finding out that Isaack is afraid of snakes (after we found a snakeskin in the bush)

Isaack waiting for us on the back of the vehicle to finish taking notes at the end of a transect

Ella showing Isaack and one of the patrols what she writes down in her field notebook

I almost titled this post “the worst place for buffalo”, because that’s pretty much where we’ve been walking for the last 2 weeks. This is largely because the last time Fire and I were here, in 2011, I was very pregnant and the conservancy management did not want us walking transects in the thick bush, for fear that I wouldn't be able to run away fast enough from all of the dangers that lurk in the thick bush - buffalo, rhino, elephants, and lions. I knew their concerns were valid. So... here we are, in 2018, walking a LOT of bush transects.

Ella and Fire in typical bush transect vegetation

These dangers are not abstract - they are very real. Earlier this week in the thick bush our (unarmed) patrol nearly stumbled on a buffalo resting under a bush. Isaack (our armed patrol) motioned to us to run behind a bush and then quickly shot into the air to scare the buffalo away. Later in the week decided to do a transect in the place he called “the worst place for buffalo”, and we said "worse than the place you had to use your gun?". Thankfully we didn't get that close to buffalo there, but we are always pretty quiet and on high alert on the bush transects. It's the lone old male buffalo that are the most dangerous, as they are the most prone to be cranky and charge at people.

It takes a lot of concentration to look at our tablets which keep us walking in a straight line, look down for bones, and look up to make sure we're not walking into something - like bushes or the enormous spiders and the webs they build. But one of the things I like best about walking in the bush is listening to the sounds - like the swishing of our feet, the variety of birds, and the whistling wind through the acacia bushes. It can be very meditative. I also like seeing the less obvious traces of life in the bush.

These spiders can be as big as the palm of my hand

A hidden nest of a ring-tailed dove, which we later saw sitting on the nest

A snail shell

Bushes overturned by elephants

I also still never tire of seeing the animals as we're driving around.

Zebras near the car

The same zebras as we drove by

Grant's gazelle to the left, oryx to the right

Male ostrich - you can tell from his feather colors
Selfie with giraffes

Three white rhinos, including a baby

Cows in the road

Getting ready to cross a river with the vehicle

Crossing a river

Meanwhile, Toby continues to enjoy being in camp with Lucy and Kristen. He's still going on "expeditions" to dig for things, although sometimes he wisely picks a shady spot right next to our banda.

Toby's secret ancient treasure map


Toby getting ready for an expedition

Toby digging in the parking lot

Toby digging in the parking lot

Toby digging in the parking lot

Toby and Lucy digging in the parking lot

Toby digging next to our banda

Toby and Lucy digging

Toby digging

Toby also often likes to lie on my bed and read


We had a brief break from work one afternoon earlier this week because I had to go to Nanyuki to get some wiring repairs done on my vehicle - so off we went (me, Ella, Toby, and Lucy). Lucy's husband is a driver for a hotel called the Sportsman's Arms in Nanjyuki and kindly helped me find a good wiring mechanic. After the car was fixed, we had a delicious ice cream snack in Java House and then stopped to visit Lucy and Kristen's house before heading back to camp.

Lucy and her husband

Toby, Lucy, and Lucy's husband eating a giant ice cream sundae

We're all also still enjoying the delicious food they make for us in camp. This weekend we had some real treats - including Kenyan style pancakes for breakfast this morning!

Yesterday we had pizza for lunch - yummy!

We only have a week left of fieldwork - we leave for Nairobi on Saturday, and we fly home that night.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

D minus a week and a day

I'm leaving for my annual migration to Kenya soon, just like the wildebeest.... well, only there's a few million less of me than there are of them. Also, I'd like to think I run in a few less circles than they do, given that they spend their year basically making a big circle between Kenya and Tanzania in the Serengeti/Mara ecosystem (though that's debatable!). I'm going through my usual 'I'm leaving soon' routine: getting together with friends who want to spend a little time before I leave for a few months; making sure I can take care of all my (as my fab friend Fire calls it) "personal admin" online while I'm gone - banking, paying utilities, etc.; adding things to the duffel bag I keep stocked during the rest of the year with my 'going to Kenya' things. It's always hectic, and no matter how well I plan - and those of you who know me know I plan! - there's always a lot to do at the last minute. So it's D (departure) mi...

But... where do you go to the bathroom out there?!?

[NOTE: PLEASE IGNORE THE RANDOM BLACK SPECK IN THE UPPER RIGHT QUADRAT OF ALL OF THESE PHOTOS. SOME IRRITATING PROBLEM WITH MY LENS, I THINK. GRRRR.] This is one of the most common questions I get, so I decided to let you know all about our bush bathroom! I go to the bathroom in a long drop "choo" (Swahili for toilet, rhymes with "yo", not "you"). When you enter in the "front door", You can see it's a big hole dug in the sand, with a toilet seat on it, surrounded by a wooden frame wrapped with muslin on all sides and open on the top. We make sure there's plenty of toilet paper, and insect spray - which you can see tucked away behind a post on the right - for the flies that invariably like to hang out there. To discourage the flies, we also scoop sand from these buckets and throw it down into the hole to cover the, uh, stuff. Unfortunately, whoever designed this toilet seat - with the ring part made of wood, but the rest made of metal - di...

a shout-out to Solomon

I just want to give a shout-out to our armed guard this year, Solomon (he's the one on the left in this 2011 research team photo). We've worked with a different guard each time we've been here and they've all been great. Solomon has a particularly good sense of humor with a great laugh; keen eyes that can see elephants from a few hundred meters away as well as bones seemingly hidden in the grass; and is always patient as we ask him questions about animal behavior and footprints while we're tromping around the bush. Thanks for keeping us safe out there, Solomon!