Crepuscular

It’s the sleepiest time of the day for the crepuscular ones.

Housecats. Except they’re free to wander. Luckily Skitten does not, as a rule.

The Sabie River just after daybreak.

Trinket’s up after a brutal day of relentless napping. She’s exploring the mess that house repairs have left the back yard in. Being a crepuscular creature, she enjoys the winter twilight.

Pre-dawn on the Sabie River is when the night wails of the bushbaby mix with the victory cry of the fish eagle.