Wildcast

With the chill factor feeling like it was taking us well below zero, well actually it wasn’t but us Africans just can’t handle the cold, we weren’t too keen to follow the dogs hunting this morning.  As it was I was already deep into my sleeping back negotiating the pedals driving to the den. I’ve actually thought of cutting a hole in the sleeping bag for my head and arms, but maybe I should rather just by the correct clothing.

The dogs must have read our minds as they were all at the den and they too had no plans of moving out. The reason of course wasn’t hard to find. BB’s pups were like meat balls on legs and the alpha pups not much better. They must have done well last night.

And this is what it was like for the rest of the day at the dog base camp. Around dusk all the pups were so engrossed in their play they didn’t notice the adults heading out to hunt. Of course the adults weren’t going to spread the word to them either. The adults didn’t help us either as they disappeared onto the burn in the west at nightfall.

Bandama was fairly quiet today with it being a cool day. The Blacksmith Plover still has its 3 eggs. The Sable Antelope herd made another appearance and drank with some giraffe.

AND of course just as we arrived 2 rhino bulls had already drunk and were on their way out.