The sunrise this morning was masked by a haze on the horizon and silhouetted by a large herd of Buffalo – it was like counting sheep as they crossed the path I was driving on.
It is a new dawn and life carries on, but the death of Tsvubu still looms as one reconsiders our conservation methods and knowing one can do more than just watch it all take place. “We can only go as far as we’ve been given rope, beyond that it is out of our control,” we tell ourselves, but it still leaves a person with that sullen anger and asking all those “what if “questions.
I think that if we keep telling ourselves these things we begin to believe them. Tsvubu’s carcass is still untouched, maybe it’s a reminder to us all to get a little more involved.
Last night I took to the hyena den, the little guys were left on their own until long after dark. I heard the wild dogs having a huge confrontation with the hyenas nearby, which filled the moonlit valley with a rich audio experience. The time spent with the cubs is magic, they often come up to the vehicle now and nibble on my toes as I sit on the bonnet and take pictures. Last night my sleep was interrupted many times by the lions giving it stick, although, I’d hardly call it an interruption, it’s more like an enchantment.
Kim will be back on the blog, while I take a few days off. So as B.B.King announces in his lyrics, “Let the good times roll.”
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