05/01/2026
D E A D • O F • N I G H T
“My dog, always calm and by my side, shot up like she was on some strong s**t, and ran outside to urgently dig, apparently, a tunnel to the other side of the world. She never digs. I followed her outside, where a near-imperceptible breeze began replacing the chill in the air with a thick but pleasant warmth. Serotine bats were dive-bombing moths around the lamp post like a squad of nano-dragons flying on pure badness. More birds joined the chorus. Another chorister robin, then an olive thrush, and a shrieking mousebird, a hadeda, of course, and a turtle dove and an owl. The night was bright with a few small, low clouds that morphed faster than the air seemed to be moving – it had rained softly until an hour before. What makes a bird sing his heart out in the middle of the night? What is this feeling in my soul? Are we connected? It became impossible to ignore the surging urge to get out there. It can’t be. What if I take the bait and it’s bulls**t? What the hell then?
That would be it. That’s what the hell then.
“I went back inside, switched the kettle on and checked on my aquarium. The school of tetras were clearly agitated. I ran a key-ring laser light along the glass to see how they’d react. They practically knocked each other out to catch the running red dot. It’s an old trick that rarely lies, and I suppose that was all the convincing I needed. I fed the fish well, and checked the tides.”
Blame civilisation or evolution but as animals we are, mostly, disconnected from the natural world. However, as LeRoy Botha experienced, there are occasions when even humans can’t deny the signs that something is afoot. When it happens (and you will know it when it does), you would do well to go fishing. Read LeRoy’s Undercurrents from issue 54 at the below.
There are occasions when even humans can’t deny the signs that something is afoot in nature. When it happens you would do well to go fishing.