Miniature buck.

I haven’t posted in a while. It’s not my fault. A bird got in the way. A Francolin. Every now and then I start a post and it either doesn’t feel right or I just lose interest. This time I didn’t just start, I got two thousand words in. I was writing about game birds. I got up to the Francolins, and went off to bed. That was nearly two weeks ago. I sat down a couple of times, looked at the damn Francolins, and thought “meh”. And wrote angry diatribes about our government for a local news site instead.



And so I’m throwing in the towel. Bugger the Francolins. There will come a day when I write about short, fat, noisy birds. But not this day. Today I’m going to write about something far more interesting. Something fascinating. I’m going to write about buck.

If you thought you detected just a hint of sarcasm there, you might be right. There are a million things to see down in the Lowveld; there are weird and wonderful little insects, beautiful and interesting plants, engaging little mammals scrambling about in the undergrowth, and francolins. But the real reason you go down there is for the big animals.



There are birds, and plants, and mongooses everywhere. You go down to the Lowveld to see elephants. And lions. And leopards, and giraffes, and zebras, and hyenas. And the buck? They are the cannon fodder that keeps the system going. You might have seen stirring and disturbing footage of lions taking down huge animals like buffalo or giraffes on the discovery channel, and there are some prides that specialise in that sort of prey, but the truth is that most of the time, predators eat buck. Thousands of them. This means that there need to be vast, sprawling herds of buck all over the place to keep the system going.

If you never experienced the wilds of Africa before, you will be charmed, on your first day, to see, almost as soon as you enter the reserve you are visiting, a herd of beautiful and graceful buck called impalas. Their backs are an earthy reddish brown colour, with a tan strip below that, and their stomachs are almost white. The females are slender and delicate, and the males have powerful necks and shoulders and large, lyre-shaped horns.

They are also the only Mammals apart from bats that have mastered true flight.

They are also the only Mammals apart from bats that have mastered true flight.

You’ll be impressed. This is what you came here to see. Wildlife! Here, in front of you, are the sprawling herds of game you saw on all those documentaries. This is it! You’re in a movie!

On the second day, you might stop and look at them again. At least the first herd. Maybe even the second and the third. By the end of the day, you will be driving past them. By day five, you will have an urge to drive over them if they’re standing in your way. There are millions of them. By the time you leave, you simply won’t be noticing them anymore. They will have become like grass. White noise.

I wonder if we're going to see any animals today.

I wonder if we’re going to see any animals today.

If you go down to the bush fairly often, you will, oddly enough, start noticing them again. They are fascinating creatures if you take the time to watch them. And they are not alone. There are lots of different buck down in the bush. Far too many for a single post. Or two posts. And so, without further ado, here is part one of god knows how many posts on the buck of the Lowveld. We’ll start at the bottom, literally, and work our way up.


Sunis are tiny. And sneaky. And tiny. They weigh about as much as the average domestic cat, about five kg or so. They are so small that their major predator is not the lion, or the leopard, but the martial eagle. You’re not much of a buck if you have to worry about birds flying off with you. They live in forested areas with lots of underbrush. And they survive by not being seen.

Sadly, every time they are seen, they are kidnapped by little girls, dressed up in tiny people clothes, and hugged to death.

Sadly, every time they are seen, they are kidnapped by little girls, dressed up in tiny people clothes, and hugged to death.

They are apparently very, very good at not being seen, because I’ve never seen one. And neither has anyone I know. I’m beginning to suspect that they might just be a hoax. A lie, concocted by the tourism authorities to entice the sort of people who are charmed by miniature pigs and those tiny horses that people who are too cool for dogs keep in their houses.

But I’ll keep trying. They’re on my list, with pangolins and servals and bushpigs and jackalopes. One day, I’ll catch a momentary glimpse of a tiny backside shuffling off into a bush, tick off a mental list in my head, and move on with my life. Until then, I will content myself with looking at impalas from really far away and just use my imagination.


Steenboks would qualify as being tiny if it wasn’t for those damn invisible suni. They weigh twice as much as their elusive cousins; about eleven kg. And I can state with great confidence that they are real, because you see them all the time. And even if you don’t, you know they’re there. Because of poo.

The also-ran of the tiny buck world.

The also-ran of the tiny buck world.

Steenboks are territorial. They have round, black scent glands on their faces, in front of their eyes, which they presumably use to paste on low-hanging branches and blades of grass, as markers of their little domains, but by far their most conspicuous territorial advertising post are the huge middens which are scattered around at strategic points. Steenbok droppings are tiny, but they add up, so that a steenbok midden can end up as a low mound more than a metre across.

They are, generally speaking, monogamous. But not young-newlyweds-on-honeymoon monogamous. They are more little-old-married-couple-who-have-been-together-for-decades-and-don’t-even-share-the-same-room-anymore monogamous. They share the same territory, and keep interlopers out, but don’t spend a great deal of time together.

They are fairly unusual in that they are independent of water; they get what they need from the leaves they eat. This doesn’t sound very impressive until you try to go two days without a drink of water, using leaves of lettuce to quench your thirst. And these guys are doing it at temperatures that get above 40 degrees Celsius.

No thanks. I just ate some parsley.

No thanks. I just ate some parsley.

But that’s all just guide-book stuff. What you really need to know about Steenbok is how they are going to affect you should you visit the bush. They will terrify you or annoy you.

For them to terrify you, you need to go out on foot. Preferably behind a man with a big gun. Even when you are behind a man with a big gun, walking in the bush tends to heighten your senses just a tad. The knowledge that large, hairy things with claws like razors and teeth like daggers might be watching your every move can make one feel a little edgy.

Enter the Steenbok. As far as the Steenbok is concerned, you are one of the large, hairy things with claws like razors and teeth like daggers. When he becomes aware of you, he will deploy his special survival trick. He will hunker down and freeze. His name means “stone-buck”, because that is what he becomes.  Which is just fine if you pass by far enough away from him. You will never even know he was there. If, however, you come too close, just hope that you have been taking your heart medication.

As you creep through the bush with those heightened senses of yours, head swinging toward every unusual sound, eyes searching out the source of every movement, you will pass into an invisible circle of comfort that the steenbok has drawn around himself, and he will explode. He will burst out of his hiding place with a crash and a thump, and zigzag off into the bush where he will freeze again.

This all sounds rather civilised and ordered. It’s not. You have not been trained for this. You will not glance of at the sudden flurry of activity and think “Oh look! A Steenbok. How cute”. No. As the up-‘til-then perfectly innocent patch of bush in front of you suddenly erupts with noise and movement, What you will actually be thinking will be “OH, SWEET MOTHER OF GOD! THIS IS IT! DEATH, PLEASE TAKE ME NOW! BE QUICK! DON’T LET ME SUFFER! THE CLAWS! THE CLAWS ARE COMING!”

Maybe that guy with the skin condition and the novelty glove will protect me from THE CLAWS!

Maybe that guy with the skin condition and the novelty glove will protect me from THE CLAWS!

Do not be embarrassed. Your reaction is perfectly normal. Just ask the man with the gun to give you a second to change your pants, and keep on walking, and tell yourself that you will spot the next Steenbok before you nearly stand on it. You won’t, but it’s important to stay positive.

And the annoying bit? Night driving. Driving around in the bush at night with a spotlight is a joy. The entire ecosystem changes as the sun goes down. This is when you see cool and unusual things like porcupines and ratels and civets. And Steenbok. A lot more steenbok; it’s kind of hard to hide away when your eyes reflect light like a cat’s.

And that’s all you see at first. Eyes. Eyes that could belong to anything. You screech to a dusty halt, fumble for the binoculars, and strain your eyes to pick out the darkness behind those glowing orbs, and then you see them. Ears. Enormous ears like satellite dishes. “Steenbok”, you say. “Let’s move on.” At least that’s what you say the first time. By Steenbok number 20, you will be far more inclined to use slightly shorter Anglo Saxon words.





There is a little buck in the Lowveld called the Sharpe’s Grysbok. It looks like a Steenbok with grey hair. It acts like a Steenbok with grey hair. It lives in slightly thicker bush. That’s all I have to say about that.

I need to quote this movie more often.

I need to quote this movie more often.


This, too was going to be a short, sharp entry. But I have just discovered something bizarre.


The grey, or common duiker is a little bigger than the Steenbok and the Grysbok, weighing in at about 20kg. You see quite a lot of them since they seem to be attracted to human habitations. They, too are freeze and then dash buck. Their name means “diver”, since, when fleeing, they dive straight into thicker bush in the hope that any larger predator following them will become entangled.

Which is all well and good. They are little buck that do little buck things. Until you look at their diet. They eat leaves, flowers and fruits. Nice. They also eat tubers, which is a little unusual for a buck, but not unheard of. But then things get weird. They also eat insects. And frogs. And birds. And small mammals. And carrion.

So there you have it. If you want to know what a Duiker is like, imagine Bambi hunched over the half eaten corpse of Thumper, blood flowing down his chin, empty black eyes staring off into the middle distance. Cute.

Run! Run, little woodland creatures! Before the bloodlust takes him over!

Run! Run, little woodland creatures! Before the bloodlust takes him over!

There are red duikers down in the Lowveld, too, but they favour forested areas, and are seldom seen.


If you search for the highest jump in nature on the internet, the answer that will keep popping up is the puma, at fifteen feet, or five metres. That’s just phenomenal. It’s almost three of me. But you can see how they do it. A puma is like a coiled, sleekly muscled spring. But it’s not the best jumper. This is.


He’s not so much coiled as he is hunched.

Yup. Bambi’s little cousin, who spends his days walking around on tiptoe, makes the puma look like a bit of an also-ran. That is a Klipspringer. And he can jump over 25 feet. Vertically. That’s nearly eight metres. Or four of me. Not bad for a buck weighing less than 20kg.

If this is not impressive enough, look at his toes. Yup. This little guy can jump onto the roof of a two-story house and land on the equivalent of four stiletto heels. It used to be said that the tips of the hoofs were soft and rubbery, but they aren’t. They are as hard as any other animal’s hoof.

next time you go rock climbing, you might find it easier if you do it en pointe. in wooden clogs.

next time you go rock climbing, you might find it easier if you do it en pointe. in wooden clogs.

Their hoofs are pointed like that for a reason. A klipspringer can stand on a point of rock no larger than the round end of a coffee cup with all four feet. Which is quite handy, because the klipspringer lives on rocky hills and outcrops (its name means “stone jumper”).

This is rather a clever thing to do, because nothing moves over rocks like they do. They are not invulnerable; some do get taken by leopards or large eagles. Very large eagles. But they are much safer than most of the other miniature buck. Safe enough to do a little showing off.

Klipspringers, like most of the buck on this post, are monogamous and territorial. Those round black marks on their faces are scent glands, which they use along with the usual piles of poo to mark their little kingdoms. But their best territorial marker is themselves. You’ve all seen pictures of wolves and lions and Davy Crockets standing on a high rock surveying their world below. But you rarely see photos, because animals just don’t do that.


Although Davey Crocketts do it all the time.

Klipspringers really do do that. If your home stands out from the surrounding countryside like a castle, and you are pretty much invulnerable in your stronghold, your best advertisement for your presence is yourself. If you are in the bush and find yourself passing a rocky little koppie, stop and take a closer look. As often as not you will spot a little klipspringer standing proud on a high rock, looking for all the world like a heraldic statue.



The last of the dwarf antelopes is the oribi. It is much like the others; monogamous, territorial, more reliant on hiding from predators than fleeing. But there is one major difference. Oribis are evolving into something else; herd animals.

Their diet is to blame. Most of the buck in this post are primarily browsers. Oribi are primarily grazers. Which means they live in grassland. Most of the time, living in grassland is just fine for a small, sneaky buck. There is plenty to eat, and tall grass makes for a really good hiding-place.

A lone oribi in the long grass.

A lone oribi in the long grass.

Short grass, however, does not. Fire and overgrazing turn the tall grass into short grass, leaving the oribi nowhere to hide. This means that their best defence is to spot any approaching predators. Which is easier to do when you have more eyes. And so there is a tendency for oribis to form larger groups. They aren’t quite proper herds; they do not coordinate their movements or stick together like proper herds, but they’re getting there.

An oribi herdette in the short grass.

An oribi herdette in the short grass.

Well, that’s it for the smallest of the buck. From here on in they get bigger and less sneaky. And a lot easier to see.

43 thoughts on “Miniature buck.

  1. I LOVE the klipspringers, I didn’t know anything about them. You’re sure you haven’t been messing with their feet in Photoshop?! The wonders of evolution…
    What are your really big eagles that eat them? Asking as I had a close encounter with ours last week – it was a lot wider than my car (see my last post if you want to know more- but our XL eagle is the white-tailed or sea eagle….we managed to wipe them out then decided to reintroduce them from Norway about 30 years ago. Humans, eh).
    Klipspringers would do well here. If they didn’t mind the rain. And the sea eagles.

    • 23thorns says:

      The biggest ones are the Martial Eagles, which are slightly smaller than your sea eagles, and much less inclined to play in traffic.
      There are also Verreaux’s Eagles (they used to be called black eagles, but that turned out to be far too difficult to spell) that take them very occasionally since they share the same habitat.
      The Klipspringers would probably do surprisingly well in Scotland. They don’t just live in the Lowveld; you find them high up in some rather bitterly cold mountain ranges. The fibres of their fur have evolved to be hollow, which makes them a really effective insulator.

  2. Spy Garden says:

    Nothing to do with this post but just wanted to share: Wooo! I finished 100 posts in 100 days! I also copied off of you in adding a paypal link that says “Buy Us a Plant”. I’d rather have a beer (or 10), but since it is sort of a “kids” blog, I went with “plant”. So thanks for the two great ideas!!

    • 23thorns says:

      Congratulations! It’s not as easy as it sounds.
      Prepare yourself for a brief period of confusion and loss; it’s hard to know what to do with yourself when a fundamental part of your day just disappears like that.

  3. The buck stops here? There I had to say it:-)
    I’ve seen pangolin,serval and bush pigs in the wild but not a suni so maybe they are a myth?

    • 23thorns says:

      I can live with (or without) the pangolins and servals. They’re pretty rare. But the damn bushpigs are everywhere. My failure to see one is obviously part of some deeply sinister conspiracy…

  4. Linne says:

    Dear me! A million bucks!! Well, if anyone deserves it, you certainly do (along with your long-suffering wife, of course). As to the duikers, I remember seeing drawings of them in the encyclopaedia when I was younger (much) and we didn’t have many books in the home, but we did have a set of encyclopaedia, so we happily read those. Very entertaining, really!

    But what I wanted to say about the once-so-cute wee duikers is this: too much information! And I still love Bambi, but now will have a very disturbing mental image the next time I go to the theatre to enjoy a good cry. (I once took my young sons along with some friends for a birthday expedition; I was the only one who emerged from the theatre with a wet face; and, of course, no tissues or hankies. I doubt that will happen next time, though, thanks, I think, to you . . .)

    Ohter than that, I loved all the information on the bucks, small and smaller, and am anticipating further posts about the big bucks. If you find a lot of big bucks, feel free to post some over this way; larger denominations gratefully accepted . . .

    More seriously, I’m interested in the Francolins, now that you have brought up the subject, and the recipes will be fun to peruse, although I doubt I’ll be camping and eating wild in South Africa any time soon . . . Do you have recipes for Guinea Fowl, too? I lived on South Pender Island for about 18 months back in the day and one of our farmer friends had a flock. The first time I heard them, I thought someone was trying to pump water with an old farmyard pump. That same rusty screech. Very good guardbirds, I understand. Back them up with a few ganders and the home invaders will move along quietly to a large mansion with security systems. ‘Nothing to see here’. But I hadn’t really thought seriously about eating them. If I ever get to live in the country I do plan to have a few, for the above reason, so a recipe or ten will not go amiss . . . Thanks for the laughs and the general entertainment. I knew just what you meant about going along looking carefully and then having something explode right under your feet . . . but your commenter who referenced Costa Rica and the poisonous snakes dangling overhead . . . that, I can do without!

    Have a great week, Mr. 23Thorns and thanks again. ~ Linne

    • 23thorns says:

      Your Francolin (and Guinea Fowl) post has finally seen the light of day! No recipes though. Recipes for game always seem to involve copious amounts of red wine. But you’ll have to catch your Guinea Fowl first, and that’s easier said than done…

  5. mariekeates says:

    I’d quite like to walk around out there, if only it wasn’t for all the scary animals. Mind you, I’m thinking the man with the gun might turn out to be scarier.

    • 23thorns says:

      They tend to be harmless and earnest types, like boy scouts who never quite grew up. As for the scary animals, we’ve been an alpha-predator in Africa for a pretty long time; most things tend to leave us alone.

  6. I can’t like your post. I haven’t been able to like your posts for some time now. Every time I try, I get some gobbledygook computer message in a square white block, that is meaningless. So this time I am writing to say that I like your post. I related to your story about walking about in the vicinity of Steenbok. Lizards to something similar in Costa Rica. It can be very unnerving when one is treading cautiously down a trail hoping to avoid poisonous snakes. Of course the poisonous snakes are hanging from the trees above you as you spend your time looking at dried leaves exploding out from under your feet, which are the lizards practicing delayed avoidance reaction. So I am not allowed to click on the LIke button to effect, but I can drop you a line from time to time. Cheers from Vancouver Island. Where we only have small deer and large elk..

    • 23thorns says:

      I’ve heard that from a couple of people now. Could I ask what browser/hardware you are using to view the blog? I’ve tested it on a couple of devices and haven’t been able to find a problem yet.
      I’ve heard about the snakes in Costa Rica. They must heighten the senses even more than those hairy things with claws…

      • Linne says:

        I’m using Windows Explorer 64-bit and the ‘Like’ button on your post is greyed out; beside it is the word ‘Loading . . .’ also greyed out. If you want to check it out, try looking at your post from a library computer, or maybe one belonging to a friend. Hope this helps. ~ Linne

      • 23thorns says:

        Oh, well. It sounds like it’s in the hands of the Happiness Engineers (they really do need to get a grownup name). I’ll send them a mail…

  7. Great post, as funny as ever!

  8. Lyn says:

    Ummm… just wondering, why is the Klipspringer standing on a Koala’s head? I wasn’t aware the Koala had migrated to the Lowveld. As always, an enjoyable read Mr 23Thorns.

    • 23thorns says:

      It’s a dominance thing. While we are vaguely fond of our antipodean colonial cousins, they tend to have ideas above their station, and it is vital to re.mind them of their true place in the world

  9. I just saw a pair of klipspringers (in a zoo, because sadly they do not run wild through Chicago) and one of them was indeed standing frozen in Heroic Pose at the top of its fake cliff. Spot on!

    • 23thorns says:

      I’m glad they sticking with their natural behaviours in the zoo; it must mean that they’re happy there.
      The whole Heroic Pose thing is all the more charming when you see how small they are…

  10. Sue says:

    Fascinating stuff, I love learning more about the Lowveld ecosystem. Thanks!

  11. longviewhill says:

    I love these posts. They make me incredibly happy. Thank you for doing them.

  12. narf77 says:

    Nothing like an angry diatribe to clear out the pipes to allow the creative juices to flow again…those Francolins must be related to our masked lapwings. Are they tasty as well? It might be time to change the course of your post from Attenborough to Ottolenghi and tell us all how to season the most delicious Francolin ready for the Brai? Might be a good “sustainable” Christmas lunch methinks (another tag word that you can add to up those stats Mr 23Thorns 😉 )

    I think I just saw Bezials future! It wasn’t pretty… I am glad he is still snoring in bed and didn’t get to see it (note to self…hide all of the mirrors…). I agree with you…there is “watching” and there is true watching. Noticing something is decidedly different to studying it, investing some of your mental energy into focussing on something for more than its intrinsic “thereness”. That’s what makes Mr Attenborough so eminently watchable and enduring and Mr Ottolenghi a flash in the pan that will pass. Those of us that know the difference are in the minority ;).

    I just saw a teeny tiny buck Chihuahua! And now the koala’s close cousin the Steenbok…this IS a most interesting post Mr 23Thorns…Duiker appear to be related to Earl (who is also related, coincidentally, to hyenas…). Klipspringers could teach us women a thing or two about survival in high heels. I never learned and remain flat footed to this day but the allure is there…A most interesting post but I will be waiting for the post about “101 ways to tenderise a Francolin and stop its beak from flapping” with baited breath…

  13. KokkieH says:

    On a trip to the Umfolozi/Hluhluwe reserve in Natal last year we spotted droves of impalas. We ended up calling them “weerbokke”, as in “al weer een van daardie bokke”. (For English readers: “againbucks”, as in “again one of those bucks”. It sounds better in Afrikaans.) But as you rightly say, they’re actually beautiful animals.

    Also, I’ll never look at duikers the same again.

    • 23thorns says:

      Most things sound better in Afrikaans. Especially when you need to swear.
      The duiker thing is a little disturbing. And I used to think they were so sweet…

  14. We all have days when our minds build walls that prevent us from communicating with the outside world. After reading your post, it is evident that you have smashed that wall. Very good read.

  15. Dan Riegler says:

    I’m looking forward to the big bucks, as most of us are….In lieu of the big payoff, would you settle for an award? I really enjoy your blog. Besides being informative and interesting, laughter IS wonderful for the soul, and your writing style reminds me of how I would write, if I ever got good at writing. Refreshing,, inspiring. So I nominated you for the “Very Inspiring Blogger Award”! Really, I did. You’re IT. There are some rules if you choose to accept it, (Like nominating 15 bloggers who inspire you, which is a bit of work, but keeps this community generated award circulating). You will find them on my aptly named post- The Very Inspiring Blogger Award”. No obligation though, you can just ignore it, delete this comment, and carry on. I will of course still follow you, secretly osmosing your incredible talent with words. Here is the link,
    Keep up the great work!

    • 23thorns says:

      I’m not even holding out for the big bucks; I’ll settle for whatever I can get.
      Thank you so much for the nomination; it’s always nice to be reminded that you aren’t just firing words off into the ether.

  16. kalabalu says:

    beautiful collection and interesting narrative.

  17. Mike Powell says:

    Miniature bucks? At first I thought this was a posting on the US economy, but your dear little deer were much more interesting. It’s nice to start a day being educated and entertained and doctors say laughing is good for the health. I can hardly wait for more bucks.

  18. Educational and entertaining as always. Yesterday was the first day of regular hunting season here for buck (white tail deer, oddly enough they have white tails), so it’s timely as well. 😉

    • 23thorns says:

      Thank you kindly. Our buck are antelope, not deer. I think that there are a few deer right up in the North of Morocco, but apart from that, deer never really managed to gain a foothold in Africa.

      • And oddly enough we here in North America don’t have antelope. Apparently they died off shortly after early man crossed over from Asia. (The prong horn of the Rocky Mountains is not a true antelope.) Isn’t it funny how evolution works… and quite fascinating! Good stuff 🙂

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