Monthly Archive for July, 2009

Romance on the moon: Video


Still no sign of Puzzles’ pups, but then they are only 10days old. I don’t expect to see them for at least another 5days to a week. But the little ones are becoming more and more vocal by the day.

Submissive smile
Puzzles is venturing further and further from the den too, although she’s very quick to retreat when any of the other dogs come into the area. With my constant presence at the den entrance, she’s come to trust me and will even leave the den with me sitting right there. She’s becoming my number one bitch very fast!

Puzzles home
As usual I’ve been den bound all this time too.
The pack have been hunting very successfully with the moon, which means I get to see even less action in the day with Puzzles.

Morning ray
Having left the den at dusk today when the pack left, we visited the hyaena den only to find the dogs had got there before us and the party was on. The 2 adult hyaenas as the den were having a rough time of it as the dogs were relentless in nipping their backsides, but they still hung around to accept the abuse. I wonder when payback time is coming?

Cocky pose
Mark and Kylie are away for a few days leaving me to take full control of the reins. Standby for real action!

New Dawn Buffalo: Video


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.

Ready, Steady......

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.

Buffalo in the mist

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.

Airpstrip Sunrise
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.

Crowned Hornbill in Flight

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.”

Death of a Black Rhino: Video

A light constant drizzle has accentuated the gloom hanging over Sunday’s events. Tsvubu, the earless black rhino, has died. It is always a difficult one to deal with when you’ve been working with these animals trying to do whatever is possible to keep them in their natural environment, but also offer what protection one can.

Given In

In his usual spot near Nduna dam, Tsvubu eventually took his last steps as the hyenas jumped on his weakened back legs. There are signs that Tsvubu put up a little struggle but was over powered as the hyenas began feeding on him while his life slipped away.

Last Look at Tsvubu

These territorial battles between the black rhinos are part of a rhino’s natural environment forcing them to move into wider areas. For some reason, once they begin fighting amongst each other it rarely ends well, the weaker invariably gets taken out of the equation instead of moving on.

Bull in the HIlls

So what was an ordinary Sunday drive spent with an elephant in the hills, ended with these tenebrous happenings. After reconstructing what happened, the necessary dehorning had to be done. I headed back to the carcass later in the evening and waited for the scavengers to arrive. Nothing showed up, so I was certain by this morning they would be there, but I was wrong again. Besides a few vultures tugging at the loose skin it seems Tsubu’s body has been respectfully left to decompose.

Entry Point

Puzzles still screaming: Video


Puzzles has pups and that’s about all I know.
For the last week nobody’s been allowed to see her pups, not even Jiggy or her previous litter. AND not even me!!!

Puzzles' den
The days just come and go like the rest of the pack, while Puzzles and I stay den bound.
The pack have been hunting successfully and are always back to feed their mom.

Greeting run

With the moon full, the dogs are hunting into the night and so often feeding Puzzles when I’m not there. Then they spend the day just lazying around the den.

Embrace
So that’s been my days too. They have been productive in a different way though in that Puzzles is now becoming so accepting of me. I’m beginning to bond with my bitch at last! It’s all about spending time together. I’m really excited by it all, especially as I anticipate seeing those little ones soon.

Earless Injury: Video


Over the last few nights, the hills have been resonating with the roar of lions coming from all directions. Not only that, the cubs had been spotted daily near one of the camps. I decided to go find myself some lions; I climbed the highest point to get a direction, but got no help from my receiver. I might have had the faintest beep, but I thought I was hearing crickets in the grass. I headed in the direction anyway and out of some miraculous positioning found signal.

Awesome Afternoon Light

Simon and the crew had climbed aboard and we were hot on Manyari’s tail. In the tall grass she popped her head up not looking very surprised to see us and carried on sleeping. As it got dark the lioness began moving and then began roaring, this is the most awesome thing about lions, when you’re close and can literally feel the thunder of their call.

Beaten track

Today the dogs slept in at the den and I cruised around not finding much happing. Later at the hyena den we waited for the cubs to come out…something was wrong. I thought that when it got dark they’d pop their heads out so I went looking for the dogs again, but ended up back at the den.

Misbehaving

Now I knew they were not there. A few hundred meters south the hyenas were calling so like homing pigeons returning home we made a way through the Mopane where there seemed to be no way. Like a secret weapon, a hyena den positioning system, I landed up straight on the doorstep of the other den. All six cubs and two adults greeted us, I was very relieved, they are such fun little guys! I’m glad we have the position on the new den now and can stay on the cubs as they grow up, they may still return to the other den though, they might have been spooked by something on the other side.

New Den

Wild Rib Brunch: Video


Yesterday afternoon Kylie and I took a drive in the Bandama direction, we saw the remaining lichtenstein’s hartebeest close to that area after one of their herd got chomped by that lioness . They can be very brave and/or curious at times, in fact, this is precisely the reason that it is so easy for lions to take them out. I had a look to see what was left of the carcass, I couldn’t find anything except the tail! Anyway, the real reason for Bandama was a sun downer for the Pamushana Lodge ladies, Shelley and Kath – that’s right, it’s not always work, work, work here on the reserve.

Pin the tail

However, I was hoping to spot something on the night drive back home, I’d say we did more than spot, I almost drove straight into a hippo! The huge beast of a thing was chilling in the road as I took a corner, it got a huge fright and didn’t know if it wanted to charge or run away. It moved over peacefully after spinning on the spot and offering a challenge.

Food Fight!

This morning was another wild dog morning. I didn’t get any signal, good thing Kim was on the hill at the den already and was reveiving a faint signal to the North. Only when I reached the northern boundary, did I get the faintest signal, I did a loop around and then the signal was coming and going. I pictured the dogs having a tough time in that area where there are no roads. There are power lines that run down through the property and when you move along this section it really interferes with the tracking equipment.

Tug of War

This is where the dogs were moving and after backtracking many times over I eventually found the dogs munching on an impala. They were pulling on the ribcage already, but the only marinade was the saliva dripping from their jaws as they used each others weight to tear a section for themselves. Later, they trotted back to the den, where I visited for the first time. The dogs were absolutely exhausted and slept up on the hill out of sight.

On the run