When the combined weight of knowledge from three veteran guides with over 100,000 game drives tells me a leopard has had her cubs within the last few days, I am inclined to believe them. The soft folds of fur near her tail confirm this as does her behavior. Fig’s well documented pregnancy is over.
In this week’s London Evening Standard there was a feature on the Mara’s nemesis: the Serengeti. Apart from some chintzy nonsense about jeweled salads and a farcical faunal faux pas about okapis butting horns (surely topis) it was none too shabby…
Too often awards are concocted, self-serving and cynical: ‘you advertise in our Bush Companion and we’ll give you a worthless accolade,’ or the winner is the one that garners the most solicited support on social media.
2018 is the year of the dog, so the Olare Conservancy duly obliged with this gorgeously topical display. We had five girls in camp with over a year of Bush Camp nights to their name, all of them aware you get a lot for your ‘pound’ there. This was a superb festive display, dogs in a manger if you like.
The charcoal stallion stands aloof: preening like Poldark, simpering like Kohli and pouting like Mourinho. He postures perpendicular to the un-ending snorting artery behind him and will venture into the turbulent waters