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Airstrip Migration: Video


Now that was a marathon day of flying.
I was up early to see the misty dawn from on high. It was stunning out there as the mist lay low over the bushveld. But it didn’t last as the African sun soon toasted it.

Misty sunrise 04/16
I was up in search of Sable to be collared for a research project. The Sable antelope are managing to keep their own on Malilangwe but their numbers just aren’t increasing and there seems to be a relatively high mortality in calves. This is suspected to be caused by a high tick load. The research is aimed to find out what this is all about and to find ways to assist calf survival in those early months.

White Shadows
Heading south to the first area we would be working in, I picked up the wild dogs signal again near the confluence of the Chiredzi and Runde Rivers. Still west of the river!

Sand bars
Having located them I put the receiver on for the leopard’s transmitter just out of pure chance that he might still be around. Instantly I got a signal but was convinced it was still the dog signal. Careful examination of the receiver confirmed it was Tanga, the leopard. But it was a back signal. So all the way back north I went and just as I flew over him his transmitter packed in. Very weird.
Alan was sent in on the ground and found the dude. He also discovered the transmitter had shifted frequency. This sometimes happens when the battery is going flat. Anyway the good news is Tanga is still around and well.

Monster
I went on to find the herd of sable in the south. The helicopter was called in and a cow was darted and fitted with a radio collar.
One down, 3 to go. Another herd was located and a second cow fitted with a collar.
Then the long hall of another 3 hours flying and not a sign of the herd around Manyoka.

Waterhole
The sun was now setting and I was desperate to get my feet on the ground having been windswept and in the sky for 6hours today. But I still wanted to get a final bead on the dogs. There was no change there, still west of the river.
I landed long after sunset with just enough light to be safely on the ground.

Just Buffalo: Video


After a cloudy cool day, the air was still when I took to the skies in the late afternoon on my winged safari, although it wasn’t supposed to be just that. I was in search of the wild dogs. The bad news there being they’ve moved considerably further west again heading for big snare country. “Come home guys!”
With little else I could do about the dogs I took the pleasure of flying many kilometres down the Runde River. The river is nearly half a kilometre wide with vast stretches of sand with the river embedded in it, meandering from one bank towards the other and only to be sent back to the other again.

Geese
It’s a prize place for people to bathe at dusk, do their washing and fishing is a favourite past time, although a dangerous one. This area of the Runde River is known for its monster crocodiles and yet the people still wade knee deep into the river to fish. And every now and then someone is taken, but this doesn’t deter them. They seem to believe the person was bewitched and was going to die anyway.

Risky fishing
The clean sands near the running water provide an ideal spot for drying clothes. Once dry, a quick shake and the sand is gone and a neat and tidy pile of washing is carried on their heads back home. Often there isn’t even any to carry home as these might be the only clothes they possess and it’s just a matter of getting dressed again.

Washing line
Right down in the south on the banks of the Runde this big tusker was keeping to the dense woodlands. Hardly ever being seen and wary of people. Has he been shot at on numerous occasions? Is he possibly carrying lead from an old attempt on his life? Something has made these big old tuskers weary of man that they keep hidden in the dense woodlands.

Elusive big guy
My winged safari came to an end as I headed home along the Chiredzi River. A very different scene to the Runde. No people here, just wild wildlife.

Rays of hope
As I came in to land over Banyini this herd of buffalo made their way to drink at the pan. Having landed I caught up with them just before dusk as they chilled out on the open area.

Filing in
But wow! What a most magical flight! And nobody to share it with. Sad!
And the other good news is that having spent the whole morning at the workshop, my vehicle now seems to be running soundly again. Yippee!

Lion kill, Croc and Elephant: Video


I started my day again with the normal ritual. Another puncture!
Luckily the dogs were still chilling out when I got there later than usual. They had no plans on moving for a while, all looking really well fed. They must have killed twice last night, and so there was no need, no urge to go hunting.
They sauntered off east a while later before resting up in the main road for some time. Then continued on east resting up near a small pan.
Road dogs
Dogs done, we headed north to Chiloveka dam. Arriving there we saw huge croc swimming across the dam. Thinking nothing of it we continued. On the northern bank we suddenly realised what was happening. Lions had killed and were feeding on a young zebra on the shores of the dam and the croc was heading that way.
Dam kill
Alas he didn’t have it in him to chase the lions off and lurked nearby all the while, while the lions finished off the kill. These 5 lions are the youngsters that broke away from the Nduna pride with Manyari.
The lions went to drink at the dam after feeding but were not happy with that big croc lurking and hissed their displeasures at it before resting in the shade.
At the same time lone elephant bull arrived on the far side of the dam to drink and bathe.
It sure was all happening in this one small spot.
Of course I was hoping for full on action, wanting the croc to challenge the lions and then the elephant breaking up the whole party. Nobody’s been reading the script again!
Back with the dogs, they were back to their normal afternoon routine. 5pm – greeting ceremony. 6pm – head off hunting.
Wake up call
Heading east they were soon along the fenceline that forms the border with Gona-Re-Zhou National Park. I always get nervous seeing them along any fence, just not wanting them to move out. The pups were curious with fence but thankfully Puzzles soon moved them away, when suddenly the chase was on. We of course couldn’t keep up but eventually did find the pack on the remains of an eland calf. It would appear that the pups had killed it. It was still small, and had probably been stashed in the long grass by its mother when the dogs surprised it.
Dreaded fence
Puzzles wasn’t at the kill but arrived some time later with bloodstains on her face. She didn’t feed, but once the eland carcass was finished she led the pack north to her kill.
Another good evening’s hunting for the pack.