Knitting in Strange Places

On Tuesday we drove three hours west of here to the Witsand Kalahari Nature Reserve. It's an interesting place, with big dunes of fine white sand, hundreds of miles from the sea. I left my tatting at home, but took my knitting along. Some of our activities were not compatible with knitting, like climbing dunes:

Or going for veld walks, where we saw these 'condominium' nests of the Communal Weaver:

But on Wednesday afternoon I took my knitting along when we spent a couple of hours in a hide, a long room built below groundlevel so that you look out at the level of a waterhole. Here's the view I could see through the 'window':

When we arrived, there was a scrub hare at the waterhole. Can you see him?

Later, some springbok came down to drink:

There were quite a few  birds, including a Namaqua Sand Grouse. He looked so nervous that I didn't dare put down my knitting to pick up my phone camera, for fear of scaring him away. In any case, he was even more camouflaged than the scrub hare, so I probably wouldn't have captured him very successfully.

I'm nearly ready to start the raglan decreases on the pullover, so I'm happy with my progress: