The herds are in and the fawns are dropping: the larder is full. This is the time of plenty in Conservancies that are seldom short of food on the table. The major predators are filling their tawny and spotted boots and even some coursing canids have joined in the feast.
Bernard and Renee have filled their pixel boots with no little skill, the cats and dogs lie full in the shade and the constant drumming of ruminants hooves tell them they will not have to work hard for their next course of local cuisine.
