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.
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.
In the rarefied plains of Laikipia you cannot judge by the final tally alone. Often herds of buffalo send lions packing as they are mortal enemies and more are killed by each other than anything else.
The threesome of prominent, principle predators in one game drive is always worthy of documentation: Valley Camp cheetah mums and cubs...
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
It is rare Spot features the same species several weeks running, but such is the proliferation of cheetahs that I find myself in a tight spot (sorry).
There is a green hill far away where, last October a mother lost her young. Noronyo hill is a healthy assegai’s throw from Kicheche Bush Camp.
Sometimes you just don't make it through to the final round. Three lions fell during an agonizing drama having been crushed by technically superior opponents.
