My day started late and wet. It’s been raining all night, just a very soft drizzle. Enough to soak the place.
When I did get out to the wild dogs they looked really well fed and with this cool weather had chosen to snuggle up. That’s where I needed to be.
And the rain kept on at it very gently up to midday before it tried to clear.
The dogs were active really early heading south. Suddenly Jiggy was off, but the others were slow to follow.
And then I was surprised as I heard an impala dying not even 100m from where I was. The young impala was finished in less than a minute, then leaving some individuals to chew on the last bones.
But Jiggy wasn’t here. He couldn’t have heard the kill and rushed off after some other impala.
This meal over and it was time to chill out. But not for long and Jiggy had them hunting again. Still heading south they bomb-shelled after some impala but came up empty handed. Where is Jiggy?
He eventually was back with them but hadn’t killed.
Then it was time for the pups to hassle a herd of zebra that really weren’t interested.
It rained again into the sunset and the dogs were after more impala but all the dogs now seemed so scattered across the bushveld and they were having a rough time trying to find each other. I left them after dark searching for each other.
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