It was with great excitement that we spotted a dark shape lying in the shade beside the waterhole mid-afternoon. It could only be a big cat and the telltale outline of a small tufty mane confirmed it to be a young male lion. He soon moved off to a clump of bushes behind the waterhole but wasn’t lost from sight for long. Half an hour later, as the sun began to dip and the air became appreciably cooler, the rest of the pride began to materialise. One by one, females, males, and sub-adults came down to drink from the waterhole before gradually making their way off along the road, one of the old adult males taking up the rear and scent marking as he went.
Although they had moved off, their presence was heard late into the night with a chorus of deep roars punctuating the other night sounds. What a treat!
Oh how descriptive! I can well imagine the excitement of you all. And what a superb photo to convince us!
ReplyDeleteJust realised - forgot to add - were your feet wet taking that picture??
ReplyDeleteMany thanks David. Luckily not - we were firmly sat in the game viewing vehicle!
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