Africa Wild

Our outings from KTC necessarily meant we had to go south towards the boreholes, sometimes venturing to Kamqua. Some of the "common" animals we encountered:

























Our visit with the jackal family on the third night was brief.






They, too, were having sundowners.





Fat, full, and happy





all three waddled off to bed.

Misc. sightings from the following day:











A predator of some type had dragged a springbok under a tree, but was no longer in attendance. Two Tawny's took advantage of such an unexpected opportunity.








The jackal story took an unexpected turn later that day…

Excellent pictures

Amazing how brown most of the desert animals are!

Tawny scavengers!

Those jackal pictures are so heartwarming and beautiful. Happy family life, which is so rare these days

That kill... was that at Dalkeith? And is it possible that it was an eland calf rather than a springbok?
We saw a lone eland youngster there in the morning one day and by the time we returned at night it had died.
(Next day not a trace of what happened!)

Wow, amazing shots of the jackal pups and the Tawnies!

Love the lion shots, ExFmem,

and the meerkat as well as the tawnys at the kill but the jackal pups are the cutest and never saw that

Alf, RP, Sis (yes, the parents were so loving towards one another, and so protective of the 'lil ones), Mel (I really can't recall exactly where it was, but the pic I took just prior to the Tawnys was one those subadult lions that were hanging around the boreholes, so likely one of the three. Also, I don't think it was an eland, as their stomachs aren't white like the springboks, and if you look closely, you can see the springbok's horn, which appears to be that of an adult.), Flutts, and Pumbaa - appreciate you all popping in and keeping me company!

During the late afternoon, as we sat outside reading, 3 newly arrived tourists decided to traipse through the dunes, including down into the slope of the riverbed. They were talking very loudly, yelling back and forth to one another about trying to find lion prints, without regard for other visitors' peace or the wildlife. It's one thing to explore CLOSE your OWN tent, but to interfere in everyone else's view of the waterhole from THEIR tents is quite another.


The pups, as usual, emerged for their evening feeding.














Immediately thereafter, mom picked up one of the pups and trotted off into the riverbed.











Fifteen minutes later she returned and gathered up pup # 2.















After mom retrieved and relocated the last pup,








we never saw them again.