Daily Archive for July 16th, 2007

Zebra stallion fights to the death: Video

Khayeni, the ultimate killing machine!
Khayeni was resting up near her kill in the tree at dusk. When it got dark she moved west without feeding. Were the hyaenas at the base of the tree a hassle for her?

Impala herd
She moved to Khayeni pan but more there were more hyaenas there. She detoured again but now she was on the trail of impala and in the thickest of thickets she killed a young male. As usual she fed from the backside first, then the stomach and went and lay up close by.
As usual the hyaenas arrived a short while later and that was the end of that impala.
Back at Khayeni pan we found a zebra stallion with a broken back foot just above the hoof. He also had scars all over his body. This was probably the result of fighting with another stallion.
He was still in good shape, but probably as it was a new injury. Being a survivor he kept feeding as he hobbled from grass tuft to grass tuft.

Zebra kill
When we arrived, hyaenas were already on the scene just lying about waiting. A couple of times one would go up the zebra but back off pretty quickly whenever the stallion made the slightest advance. They know to keep clear of that jaw and those lethal back hooves.
It was only several hours later that the hyaenas got together as a team and advanced on the zebra. He lunged and kicked at them from all sides but it was too much and he hobbled off.
The hyaenas kept up their advance and being run down the zebra was soon exhausted. As a team they bit into his flank and he sank to the ground. But he wasn’t out.
The hyaenas fed from his flank and rump and then from somewhere the stallion gathered all his energy and fought back, biting and kicking and running off.

Boiling
Again they pulled him down and again he got up. He managed this several times until the loss of blood and trauma were too much.
13 hyaenas feasted on his body for the rest of the night leaving little more than a bloodstain on the grass.

Titbit
As brutal as it may look the hyaenas still killed quicker than lions strangling a zebra.
It’s hard to imagine the zebra would have survived with his injury and one can only think the hyaenas put him out of a long suffering.

Innocent

At the kill was this hyaena with a really bad snare wound. Hyaenas are one of the only animals that can survive being caught in a poacher’s wire snare ‘cos they have such strong necks. The snare on this one has cut in deep and we hope to remove it soon. With the Chiredzi river being one of our boundaries, hyaenas can freely cross to the other side and this is where they are picking up these snares. The good news is that more control is currently being administered in that area.

Lethal snare

Tjololo 16th July 2000

The Tjololo Diaries

16th July 2000
Back on line ofcourse means a happy me!
With snow having fallen all around the country the big freeze eventually hit us last night and by dawn Tjololo was sleeping all curled up in the frost covered grass on the banks of the Sand river.


He had been on the move all night. Another tiring one but good to have him on the move as then there’s always some potential for filming and taking photos.
Marking in the northern areas of his territory he then headed southeast. Just south of the Rockdrift donga he was resting after hunting a steenbok. Suddenly he took off south as we heard a male leopard calling to the north. Presumably this was Masuli. His call seemed to strike fear into Tjololo as he trotted south until he reached the Charleston/Flockfield boundary where he rested and started calling back. A while later he headed a little west and then north continuing all the way back north of the Kapen to where he started the evening. No more sign of Masuli.


Here he was hunting impala, but with the moon full his cover was soon blown. I then got a desperate call on the radio from Dale, “I’m diep in the k-k.” He sure was in trouble. We arrived on the scene and all we could see at first was a back wheel a couple of meters in the air. Slowly we could make out the rest of his vehicle. His one front wheel had fallen into a very deep gully tipping the whole vehicle on the verge of rolling. As I tied a chain to it it teetered on the edge of the gully. Dale was clinging onto his door trying to keep his weight on that side as a counter balance. Luckily with the chain it was an easy matter to sort out and he was soon back on level ground.