Like a little explorer, the Oxpecker inserts its head into the buffalo nostril, examining the breathing space for ticks or insects.

In a nano-second the little malachite kingfisher expelled the scales and bones of its last meal.

In the midst of a bustling congregation of avian beings, a single flamingo stood apart, its plumage a striking blend of crimson, red, and pink.

The final winged moment of landing sets the scene for a bejewelled kingfisher to enjoy his catch.

Like a camouflaged jewel, a migratory swallow takes a brief rest against the sheer cliff face at dusk.

In a perfect line, each on his own wing, the flamingos come to land on a misty stretch of lagoon.

A glint of explosive colour reflects off the back of a tiny malachite kingfisher as it turns to leave its observation perch.

He landed quietly next to us, watching as I shifted my attention from the big game ahead to this colorful kaleidoscope in the African bush.

A kingfisher flashes for a split second before it spears a passing meal.

Its yellowish eyes bore back as the owlet turns to observe the observer.

A maturing Francolin chick cautiously steps towards the camera, seemingly not giving a damn.