The hyaenas and vultures from yesterday were nowhere to be found, only a few bones and some skin remained from the eland carcass.
At first light I was at the wild dog den for a change. It was quiet. Not a peep from inside the den. I was hopeful that at last they had moved.
I waited around the entrance for a while then wondered over to the back and there mingling around the bushes were the pups. So no den move just yet!
They saw me and ducked off.
I went back to the den entrance and waited there some time. Then a growl, the adults were back and had picked up my scent. The pups came scooting back to the den but there was this dude now standing right there. What must they do? They stopped puzzled as to their next move, now only a meter from me. Realising their dilemma they ducked back behind the rocks. Then I saw them disappearing over the next ridge as they followed mom. I tried to follow but soon lost them.
Skirting around the hills I looked for tracks. No sign so I went back to the den and on the way surprised the whole family chilling out in some shade.
Mom barked her warning to the pups of imminent danger and then moved with them south.
I wonder now if they really will move the den. Tomorrow will tell.
Quite an interesting standoff. If there was only one vulture, there would have been no contest, but there is always strength in numbers.