Quiet night.
Khayeni was well fed and with her carcass stashed in a tree she spent the whole night sleeping only to wake just before dawn to finish it off. Then it was back into the thickets around Nhoro to continue sleeping. Oh the life of a cat!
The hyaenas were very vocal last night calling in just about all directions. A female did come round to the base of the tree where Khayeni had her kill and managed to find a few scraps.
And we heard poor Whisky in the area still calling and calling and hoping. It’s hard to imagine how he must feel. Imagine there was some disaster in your country and all communications broke down, you were the only person left and you just didn’t know if there was another person alive out there, how would you feel? And how would you find them?
26th June 2000
We at last found the wild dog den but definitely not a place we’ll be doing any filming. There is just no visibility into the den, which is in a termite mound surrounded by very dense vegetation. We don’t yet know how many pups there are, but there are 5 adults.
Tjololo left his kill for a gentle walkabout towards midnight only returning in the early hours to finish off the carcass and headed back northwest into the Sand river. He was constantly being hassled by a couple of hyaena, something he didn’t take kindly to as he had to scale a tree each time with his inflated gut.
At dawn we followed another hyaena heading north hoping to be led to a den. No such luck but it did meet up with another two as they greeted with the normal ritualised tentative greeting ceremony each sniffing at the others genitals as they stood poised on 3 legs, the other lifted, a very vulnerable position.
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