Working with wildlife almost all my life, I have come to realize that more often than not it is the smaller animals in life that fascinates me.

A good example would be the lesser bush baby: a few nights ago I was driving on Kololo when I saw a whole group of these furry primates jumping in the trees. I sat with my flashlight for a good 20 minutes just watching them play around. These little guys with their big eyes and long fingers are so agile and home in the trees but on solid ground it is a whole other story.

One of the Bush babies tried to jump from one side of the tree to the other side but just did not have enough momentum, the little guy hit the dirt road with such force that he took a few seconds before he realized where he was.

Shocked and discussed at his mistake, now instead of the quick and effortless movements that I saw in the trees, I was watching a clumsy and unsteady Bush baby, much like a child trying to take its first steps.

It took the Bush baby about 2 minutes to cross four meters, once at the base of the tree it was like someone had pressed the fast forward button and off he was.

I must say for such a little animal, he sure made a huge difference in my evening.