You know the scene, you are driving quietly with eyes peeled and the radio crackles with an excited gasp from a Motorola Maa missive. The critical word of the hurried translation is ‘cubs’. Few things increase the pulse of any Kichechian than this simple four letter word.
In this instance it is lions, lots of them, across all conservancies. Johnson filmed some carry-on baggage this morning, others have charted these tiny balls of fur in the North and Olare. They are healthy but watchful, the mother’s knowing only too well how vulnerable they are. Most show little fear of vehicles, knowing behaviour levels in the conservancies are outstanding.
This is a lot of new mouths to feed but with impeccable timing the first ruminants crossed the Sand River earlier this week, seen by Patrick, so the larder door is now ajar, and likely to remain that way for a while.
Babies, kittens, infants, call them what you like but to us they are cubs, and the effect on guests is invariably the same. Nice work everyone, now look after them please.