KALIMBA FARM

View Larger Map The morning began with bucketing rain and everything was awash, making me think that it was here to stay for the day. By 11 a.m. it was a changed place and all thoughts of rain disappeared. 

The red dirt track leading to the Kalimba croc farm was drying out fast as the old taxi bounced and lurched on every bump. Somehow it made it to the gates of the 'farm'. Tyres and shoes had to be disinfected at the gate for some reason. http://thebestofzambia.com/kalimba-reptile-park/

This sizable chameleon wasn't looking very camouflaged in one of the snake pits, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking below.    

A bush full of egrets are amongst the most common birds in the area.






The best thing about this trip out was that it was feeding time for the crocodiles that came in all sizes.

This handsome fellow looks almost friendly with his untidy rows of teeth.

This must be one of the smelliest jobs. After many hours I can still smell the stench coming off the rotting chicken carcasses as the keeper tossed handfulls over the wall to the waiting crocs. For the big crocs, a chicken is no more than a tiny snack.