Last Thursday evening I ventured back into the ‘wild south west’ of The Cape at the ‘golden hour’ – the wind was calm and the temperature about 25 degrees – a stunning evening. The bird life was amazing – so frenetic that I did not know where to point the camera! Lots of small and medium birds everywhere feeding on all sorts of invertebrates. I returned Friday evening for the same walk at the same time but with a different weather pattern unfolding, and saw only one, yes one, small bird. Where did they all go? And do they know more about weather systems than the technically advanced BOM and know when to charge up and bunker down before the bad weather hits?