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Malilangwe - Special Day

It’s always just great being out here in the wilderness but when all the animals perform in front of you it’s an ultra special experience! Today was one of those very special days.

Of course the wild dogs were first on the agenda and we arrived there at dawn. BB’s pups were out wandering a fair distance from the den. I thought this was really brave or stupid of them as there were no other dogs around. Only about an hour later an adult suddenly appeared out of nowhere and fed the pups. Then we realised that the whole pack was around, lying under bushes a short distance from the den, close to where we found BB’s pups. So just when I thought I knew it all, presuming the adults and alpha pups to be out hunting, I was of course wrong!

With the dogs being out of action we were on the look out for more entertainment from Malilangwe’s other stars. Bandama pan (21 02.99 south, 031 57.41 east) was our next stop. With the cool weather not many animals came in to drink. Some warthog, zebra and impala made brief appearances. But the place was alive with doves and flocks of Red-billed Quelea coming in to drink and the occasional raptor diving in on them but without success. An immature Owambo Sparrowhawk also dropped in for a drink.

Bandama Pan

Warthog

Zebra

Impala

Quelea

All morning we had been criss-crossing elephant tracks and finally they were headed west. We took our last chance and headed on to Chekwa pan (21 05.88 south, 031 53.21 east). Sure enough a breeding herd of elephant were already drinking. But what was really special this time was the elephant calf enjoying a mud bath while the rest of the herd stood around her watching and even helping her when she seemed to be having difficulty in the mud. But there was nothing stopping her. She wanted mud! And she wanted to be covered in mud! Rolling in it, falling in it, throwing it all over her body and just having a whale of a time. These little ones are just so playful and we can’t but help seeing our children in them in the way they just love water and mud.

Chekwa Pan

Helping hands

While they were all peacefully enjoying themselves at the pan, the 2 big bulls there suddenly turned tail and took off. Of course the rest of the herd panicked too and disappeared. At first we were a little perplexed as to what had panicked them. Initially I thought they had caught our wind, but the breeze was fairly strong and blowing to us from them.

Then from the bushes behind us another herd of elephants were rushing on to the pan. They weren’t concerned about us at all. By why did the other herd spook at their approach?

This herd too entertained themselves in the mud including a bull with a floppy ear. He got right down into it, just like the calves. It’s quite something to see this huge beast rolling around at ease in the mud.

Elephant mud bath

All psyched up we had to leave Chekwa and get back to the dogs. They had their first afternoon greeting ceremony and then headed straight out hunting. This was the earliest I’d had them go hunting in the afternoon, and BB led the way. She headed off at a brisk pace with all the adults and alpha pups following. What was the rush? Before long they had travelled about 4kms and were already at Manyuchi pan. Milling around here for a short while the pups seemed to be encountering water for the first time. Even the adults were cautious to approach the water. Maybe they were used to the flowing water of the Chiredzi with its hidden danger of lurking crocodiles.

First sight of water

BB took the pack on further south to about 6kms from the den. The alpha pups had never been so far from home and were now looking tired. BB and 2 adults disappeared up front while the rest of the pack including the Alpha male and female milled around, then headed back to the den with the pups. It was now well after dark.

Cassia abbreviata - another tree bringing on the signs of spring.

Cassia flower

Wild Dogs - hunting lesson

On our way out to the wild dog den in the dark we encountered a different pack of dogs that are denning in the Sandstone hills. I’ve seen them around, a pack of 7 adults, but had never seen the pups. This morning we saw at least 3 little guys about 8 weeks old. They were obviously on their way out hunting.

Of course the warm weather didn’t last, it is after all still winter. Not that it was that cold this morning but a very miserable soft drizzle set in putting a dampener on things and the vultures weren’t impressed either, although it didn’t seem to affect the dogs still being their boisterous selves.

Cold morning

By the afternoon the clouds were clearing and at least the drizzle had stopped. But the cold front was now upon us and by sunset the chill had set in.

While BB stayed at the den with her little ones, the others all went hunting, including the alpha pups. Of course they like to believe they are big time hunters too but really it was an exercise teaching them about their surroundings, the way the pack operates and where they stand in this wild dog world.

Sucking wild dog pups

The adults seemed quite happy to have the pups along and went about their hunt preparations as usual.

The Alpha female will mark several times as they move on their way. And each time the Alpha male has to mark/urinate on the same spot. You would think doing it once would be fine, but no he has to mark on the same spot several times each time checking whether he’s hit the mark. It’s hard to imagine what the alpha pups must think of this. When they want to urinate they just let it all out at once, none of this dancing on the spot having to nip it each time. Maybe that’s what all the dancing is about, having to nip it each time. At least we can cross our legs when we’re desperate.

They all continued west, then followed the power lines north. Just before the northern boundary fence they continued on west about 100m to a spot that was probably the site of their last kill. Here 3 adults pulled on a fresh piece of impala skin while the pups found scattered bones to chew on.

Keen Eyes

The pups were all over it and didn’t see the adults leave or just weren’t interested in the adults leaving. They continued searching for pieces of bone to chew. It was now almost dark.

Then one pup took the initiative and all followed as they headed back to the den following the exact same route they had come in on. It was clear all the way that they were using the scent they had left earlier to help them retrace their steps back to the den. Is this possibly why wild dogs have such a strong scent and are always rolling in smelly things?

Snug