I headed straight out to find Manyari. The terrain down there is horrendous. The black clays are now rock hard and pitted with huge elephant footprints up to a foot deep. This makes driving incredibly uncomfortable.
Manyari was absolutely fat and flourishing. She’s killed herself a young zebra and probably been pigging out on it for the last 2 or 3 days.
In this rugged terrain I wouldn’t be surprised if the zebra fell when Manyari launched her attack.
Manyari wasn’t going to be moving from her carcass for the rest of the night so we left her to go and look for the rest of her pride. With the way they’ve been calling over the last week it should have been easy. Except tonight they decided to keep quiet.
That ended up in our night being ultra quiet too!
Only at dawn when I was about to take off in my microlight did one of them roar somewhere to the south of Banyini.
I was up flying looking for wild dogs again, but still no joy.
I also checked on Manyari from the air and found her still chewing on her carcass.
I am so happy Manyari is okay:)