Wednesday Early Afternoon 17th September
We had no idea that just above the leopard, further into the branches, there was a kill.
In the time it took me to go to the Thomas Crapper, she had chased down a gazelle, killed it, and dragged it high into a tree.
Fresh food! À table!
Now that she had recovered with a well deserved siesta, she climbed up to her kill and started munching. Cats always start at the bottom. Bear that in mind the next time you cuddle your cat.
After several minutes gnashing and ripping, she stopped, looked around as if she seemed to realise that something was missing.
Her cubs!
She searched.
She called.
She found!
Once rediscovered, the two cubs ran alongside their mother.
Dinner was ready. A little undercooked, but ready nevertheless.
Unfortunately, in her absence, someone else had discovered a free meal.
This tawny eagle decided to leave rapidly stage right. Fighting over food with a leopard is not a good gamble.
The cubs arrived.
Climbing this large tree was not the easiest of tasks.
Gotta get there.
Two for lunch?
Nope. Three.
Post-gorging siesta.
Whilst these two were dormant, the other cub was feeding. And like all kids, they were not too careful about keeping their food on the plate.
The carcass tumbled down to earth. Mum was not happy. But, she did her duty and carried their dinner up on high once more.
Don't you just love 'em?
Les chatons sont très mignons
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