Rains have leavened (the season has not started till I have employed that word) the parched plains. Fecund (or that one) shoots delight the ruminants and the herds build up like ‘Overlord’ on the South bank of the Sand River, hopefully there will be no shabby and sinister tricks from the philandering Tanzanians to keep them away from their dry season stronghold. Laikipia is as fertile as its Mara mate. Valley Camp reported four hunts in four days, Mara Camp has a legion of lions and reports of Nelangu’s tiny new leopard cubs, but this week I want to concentrate on a Kicheche first-timer …. they do exist.
Dewey was a bush virgin (behave please), in utter shock at what Vincent conjured up for him. This spotted lexicon of some of the Conservancies favourite sons and daughters is solid testament to his remarkable few days.
Outstanding work Dewey, outstanding sightings too but we are all aware this is not by co-incidence. ‘Conjure’ is the right word for those fabled guides because when they tear the virgin status so savagely away, it is little short of witchcraft.
