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Thursday, 9 October 2025

The Endless Plains, Chapter 10: Setting the scene.

 Thursday Afternoon 18th September

It was not yet midday on our third full day, and we were following yet another pride of lions. Good grief, we must have seen every lion in Africa!

This lot was a pride with problems. 

Their condition was graded poor to hopeless.

The youngest were emaciated.

The three nominal heads of the family, these males, simply looked on awaiting their true masters call.

Everyone else was moving on. I guess we must do so too.

If in doubt, hug a tree.

We moved on past this pride in search of my frequent need. The w.c.

There were none around here. We were, after all, deep in the wilderness.

We eventually found a new camp hidden in a valley. Despite it looking deserted, we did finally find someone to give me permission to dispose of my overburden.

While sitting there admiring the view (as is possible in many Serengeti camp toilets) I could see a pride of lions moving across the other side of a pool. I hoped that they weren't attracted by the odour emitted by my current predicament.

They passed on by, possibly to avoid said odour?

On leaving this camp we tracked them to a different bog. They had managed to find lunch while I was, ahem, busy.

From here we headed to open savannah on the edge of the Serengeti. Here it truly seems endless. Flat savannah for miles, short dead-looking grass, empty and endless. It would have been easy to spot any wildlife if it had been there.

As we approached the border, there was noticeable amounts of garbage, plastic bags etc, strewn over the naked savannah. Was this the work of undisciplined tourists? Nope, it was due to a Maasai tribe next to the border.

We picked up some of this rubbish and deposited it in front of the tribespeople instructing them to clean up or else. Only afterwards did Ian explain how aggressive they could be. They had spears. We had Maasai blankets.

There was a dearth of wildlife here, so we continued on.

It was getting late when we came back into the area with the Kopjes and came across the 'Rock Pride'. 

Here were cubs in pretty good condition considering that we were at the end of the dry season.

The cubs were playing and feeding.

The mothers were not always too appreciative of that.

Love and hate.

The cubs began to come together.

There was an astounding number of them.

Twenty cubs all in the same pride!

Astounding. Yet, somehow different. Somehow strange. Somehow... a portent of things to come?

It is true that, despite lions being the kings of the jungle (and just about everywhere else), their young do not all survive into adulthood. Only twenty to twenty-five percent survive that long.

Some die due to lack of food, sometimes to predation (for instance, to hyenas aka the evil henchmen) sometimes to hunters of the human kind, and sometimes to other male lions coming into their territory and trying to take over by killing the cubs. This form of behaviour is seen in many species. 

Be careful who you let into your home.

But. 

There does seem to be another cause. Something that I believe has not been documented before. We were to bear witness to this horror the very next day. It was to be, for us, more than just a significant moment. More than disturbing. It was something totally unfathomable. A bit like Trump only worse. Yes, worse. What we were to see the next day was to be appalling, shocking, leaving me stunned...

Be prepared.

Unlike this guy, he could not give a s**t

He may be known as king, but, as usual, he took no part in what was to follow, apart from being a bored observer.

We headed back, and were once more en route to be late for dinner at camp, stopping by the compulsory cheetah (or two)...

A peaceful sunset scene.

Before the horror to come.


Next, chapter 11: Murder Most Foul.


Wednesday, 8 October 2025

The Endless Plains, Chapter 9: Cats & Dogs.

 Thursday Morning 18th September

After seeing so much incredible wildlife action, we knew that the possibility of our safari continuing like this was between small to impossible.

Wrong again.

At sunrise, we had already arrived at the hyena den that we had previously spotted. They were tentatively coming out. 

Very tentatively.

They soon gained confidence and started to play. 

They showed interest in us. Hopefully not as a food source.

They even came over to our truck for a good look around.

Hyenas do have a very bad press. They are often portrayed as the evil henchmen. This is partially because of Disney's version of Lion King, and partially because they are evil henchmen.

Despite that, they can look cute. Honest.

As they age, they deteriorate.

Does that sound familiar?

There were a pair of male lions not too far away, so we were torn between hyenas and lions to get golden hour photos.

Purfect lighting.

See what I did there?

We then saw more cats in the form of a female cheetah and two older cubs.


And even managed another glimpse of our favourite leopard cubs.

Before checking out yet another male lion.

With the usual dental problems.

Just as we thought we were running out of cats...

A serval cat!

We managed to stay with this cat for over half an hour, better than I've ever done before.

They are fairly closely related to caracals, although this is disputed by some taxonomists and most caracals.

Their legs are abnormally long compared to the domestic cat. Their heads abnormally small. Assuming our moggy is normal of course.

It may not be the equal to the work of the caracal's beautician, but it can climb nearly as well, and jump nearly as well.

The serval is active both day and night. A bit like I used to be. Long ago...

Although, like caracal, they only go searching for a male about twice a year, they do have a long bond with their young. A year or more. Humans, take note.

When hunting, which is pretty much all the time, they tend to move their head up and down, the opposite of all other cats. Way to be different.

Once more, an amazing day. Surely this could not last?

It did, but not in the way we had hoped. What is to come next was to underline to me the horror that nature can impose.

Let's spend a little time building up to that life-changing moment...




Tuesday, 7 October 2025

The Endless Plains, Chapter 8: A Second Chance.

Wednesday Afternoon 17th September

We had spent most of the day with a family of Leopards. (Click here if you missed it)

It's not often that you can say that.

It had been an amazing experience, we felt totally content with our day. 

It's not often that you can say that either.

It was time to return to base and perchance to see whatever we happened by on the way.

We drove passed that Kopje where we had spotted the Caracal, just in case we were crazy lucky.

Surprise surprise!

We were crazy lucky.

This was incredible. She was not only there again waiting for us, but she stayed in the open, with us chasing her around for over an hour!

Soooo much opportunity to take numerous photos to bore you with.

So, why does this animal attract us so?

If it is not obvious from the photos, here are a few facts about this amazing feline:

They are fast. The fastest of the cats of this size. Up to 80kmh (50mph). This is perhaps one reason why they can be so difficult to find and photograph.

They are excellent climbers and, above all, their ability to jump is phenomenal. They can jump over three meters!! This is how they so effectively catch their main source of food: birds. 

Sadly, this miraculous feat was not on display today.

They don't just hunt birds. They are notable in that they won't hesitate at catching prey larger than themselves such as small antelopes and monkeys.

Sadly, that wasn't on display either.

They, like most cats, live a solitary life, and only get together for shopping watching tv going to the pub, erm well, you get the general idea.

The name 'Caracal' is thought to come from the Turkish name ‘Karrah-kulak’, which means ‘cat with black ears’.

There you go, you learn something new every day. 

And if you want to expand your language knowledge further, the Swahili word for caracal is 'simba mangu' which, as I'm sure you all know, means 'secretive lion'. 

That's for sure.

As I've mentioned, caracals can rotate their ears. This is thanks to having evolved twenty muscles per ear as opposed to our meagre six. 

If you want to rotate your ears, you are going to have to evolve further.

They do not tend to compete with that other cat of similar size found around here; the serval. More of them later.

Their latin name is caracal caracal, so good they named it twice.

Females raise their young without the help of males.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

One so-called fact is this: The caracal is the origin of the expression ‘put the cat among the pigeons’. In ancient India and Iran, trained caracals were released into arenas containing a flock of pigeons. Wagers were then placed on how many birds the cat would take down in a leap.

I'm not sure I believe that one...

Their foot pads are covered with stiff hair, making them able to walk absolutely silently whilst hunting.

Caracals can mate all year round. All they have to do is find a mate. I guess they must be better at finding them than we are.


 Who could resist this face?

So there we are, at the end of a most unbelievable day. 

Let's finish it off with a lion sunset...

Erm, and a lioness too of course....