Stories from an exotic childhood

Ngong hills with taro plants and fever trees remembered from our farm outside Nairobi, Kenya. Drawing by the author.

Hunting holds an irresistible attraction for many. As a boy growing up in East Africa, I was no different. I spent many days wandering our farm with an air rifle, a couple of dogs, and my brother. It was how I learned to watch the birds and other animals, to know their habits, and when and where they could be found. I learned to be quiet and patient in the bush, and to explore places…