The thunder was rolling in at sunset when we set out to find Manyari. We heard one of the pride roaring and immediately we responded to the call. With the whole family on board we could not ignore the incredible colours coming through the storm clouds and the lightning illuminating the sky. We were in a vortex, completely surrounded by “Purple Rain” – just like the song.
Manyari and Magwaza were together lying on the road passing the Banyini plain. Despite my in-laws heart thumping beats, I pulled up next to the Manyari to catch some footage of the lighting behind her. It was an experience no to be forgotten and Manyari did not disappoint as we set out on a hunt. Out of the shadows, Sjambok and Chawhiwhi came to throw a spanner in the works, completely disrupting the whole stalk. We saw some real submission from Chawhiwhi as Sjambok hogged all the attention form the girls, before Manyari disappeared. She has wised up to their intentions and would rather hunt on her own. We left the lions there to laze around on the open plain.
The “Grey of the dawn” pulled me out of my slumber this morning, the very core of a blood red sun staring at me through the window. Kim is back in the driving seat after a much needed time off. The wild dogs have moved from the East side of the reserve to the complete opposite West side, which is the furthest I’ve ever seen them leg-it in such a short time! I will pick them up later at Khayeni pan, where they are comatose for the day.
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