After awhile, one got up and made the long trek to the waterhole. I stayed with the remaining one, as pics of a lion walking, drinking, then walking again didn't interest me, not to mention all the cars trailing behind him.
Eventually this one got up and approached the carcass.
As it got hotter and hotter, he made a laudable attempt to drag it into the shade.
Unsuccessful (naturally), he walked over to the shade, trailing a string of innards, and snoozed. His partner returned to guard the prize. A successful tag team approach that insured no thievery under their watch.
They did allow this crow to peck around,
but this poor jackal
could do nothing but wait even longer than the 2 DAYS he had already been there. What an incredibly harsh life, and sometimes hard to contemplate.
Back at camp, fire blazing, a more serene scene brought another exciting day to an end, and inspired introspection and quiet conversation with myself.
I have lost two forgetting to put it into the suitcase going onto a flight 
