A couple of weeks ago we ran a post that looked at the resurgence of the hyena population on Londolozi, and how this was going to have a knock-on effect on the other predators in the area, in particular the lions.
In this post we mentioned a sighting in which two of the Sparta lionesses took down a wildebeest and were robbed that evening by the local hyena clan, who in turn were robbed by one of the Matshipiri male lions.
The story did not end there.
Let me rewind to that morning. I’ll pass briefly over the Tsalala pride, who had an altercation with the hyena clan at dawn and then moved away for the day. I’ll come instead to the main and unusual event of the pre-noon saga; the return of the Majingilane. The roars of one of the Matshipiri males had permeated the night air the evening before and had obviously been heard by attentive ears in the west. Silently the Majingilane had made their approach, and we had had no indication that they were in the vicinity as they made their way on padded paws.. Were it not for a radio call from one of our staff member’s en route to a bush breakfast who happened to bump into them, we may never have known they were there.
Daniel Buys moved in after the radio call and found them quickly; the scar-nosed, hip-scar and missing-canine members of the mighty coalition. Absent was the dark-maned male, but reports from lodges in the west was that he was mating with a member of the Ottawa pride. The three Majingilane had clearly come back east to put on a bold front for the benefit of the Mathsipiri males(s). Although rare visitors to Londolozi these days, it was clear from their arrival that they still viewed these central areas of the Sabi Sands as their undisputed domain.
As can happen with lions, the morning resulted in anticlimax, and the three males settled down to sleep the day away, as did the Sparta females with their kill, the Tsalala pride, the Matshipiri male and an unknown young male who had wandered in from the northern side of the river, who we believed to be possibly a member of the Mhangeni pride. All of these lions were within a circle of one kilometre radius, and we suspected that come evening, something had to happen.
It did.
The Sparta pride were attacked first.
The hyena clan that had chased off the Tsalala pride in the morning moved in as evening fell and forced the lionesses off their wildebeest kill. Two lionesses were no match for the 14 hyenas that they were up against, and the beleaguered pride were forced to retreat. The whoops of the hyena clan as they gorged themselves on their prize carried to where the Mathsipiri male was rousing himself, and before long he had moved in to scatter the clan and claim the kill for his own. Ranger Gregory Pingo and a few other staff members had taken a vehicle out to see the possible interaction and arrived on the scene just as the Matshipiri male settled down to feed. They had bumped into the Majingilane on their way to the kill and had left them walking into the darkness, knowing that the wildebeest kill was where the action would be. We arrived at the kill shortly afterwards, and things were relatively peaceful as the male lion fed contentedly, ignoring the few remaining hyenas sneaking around.
Our main aim was to see the Majingilane, as my guests had viewed them every year since their (the coalition’s) arrival at Londolozi, and we didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity. We had a hard task however, as we now had to find them in the darkness, and although we suspected otherwise, we knew they could be long gone. A few fruitless circuits about the area turned up nothing, and we were about to return to camp when Greg’s voice came over the radio that they had found the three males, and they were barely 100m from where the Matshipiri male was feeding and still blissfully unaware of the impending threat.
Needless to say, we raced back to the scene, heading straight to the Matshipiri male, who the Majingilane were by now steadily approaching.
Just as we do when lions or leopards are hunting at night, both vehicles went lights down, as we don’t like to impact natural behaviour in any way. A faint moon illuminated where the Mathsipiri male continued to feed. Apart from the noise of him eating, all was eerily quiet.
Suddenly his head shot up, ears pointedly fixed to the west, the direction the Majingilane were lying in. Possessing far superior hearing and vision to any human, he had heard and subsequently spotted the danger in time, and he immediately got up and slunk quickly and silently off into the darkness. Within less than a minute the three Majingilane had arrived at the kill, and predicting another anticlimax, we all expected them to settle down to feed. Not so. The Scar-nosed male arrived first, and the instant he cut the scent of the Matshipiri male, he turned and broke into a run. Followed by the male with the missing canine, both males were soon at a full canter, roaring their anger at the intrusion of the foreign male. It was all we could do to keep up as they continued at a run, moving on and on through the bush, across drainage lines, through thickets, foregoing the ease of movement that game paths or dirt roads would offer and staying like bloodhounds on the scent trail of the Matshipiri male, roaring continuously.
It’s impossible to convey the excitement of such an evening in words, or even in video. The bouncing and rattling of the Land Rover, the constant bellowing of the lions as they move at speed, the unknown whereabouts of the male they are chasing, running desperately ahead of them, hearing his fate bearing down relentlessly from behind, and all of this taking place in complete darkness, with only the headlights and the spotlight beam providing scant illumination; all of these combine to produce an intoxicating cocktail of adrenalin and whatever else might be flowing through your system.
The chase had gone on for over two kilometres when the two Majingilane slowed to a walk (the hip-scar male had not joined the chase). Switching off our engines to listen, we could hear not one, but two sets of answering roars reverberating out of the thickets only a few hundred metres away; the Matshipiri male had clearly reunited with his brother! Suddenly finding themselves far out of their usual stomping grounds (this was the furthest east they had travelled in over a year), and faced with an enemy of unknown strength, the two Majingilane decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and turned quickly to trot back the way they had come, the defiant roars of the Matshipiri males sounding behind them.
They maintained the pace all the way back to where the hip-scar male was feeding on the wildebeest kill. Although the initial instinct from all on our vehicle was to admonish him for not joining in the chase, we realised that had he not stayed with the kill, the hyenas would have moved in and devoured it within minutes, and he had therefore saved a meal for him and his coalition-mates.
My take on the day’s events is simple: The Majingilane responded instinctively to the roars of an intruding male (Matshipiri), which they may not have done had they heard both Matshipiri males together. Sensing his vulnerability, they moved in silently over the course of a night and the next evening, but were just too slow to catch him unawares. Luckily for the Matshipiri male, he had a clear line of sight to where the Majingilane were advancing from, enabling him to sneak away in time, thereby escaping at the very least a severe mauling but quite possibly death. Upon scenting him, two of the Majingilane immediately gave chase, with the third one remaining behind to guard their newly acquired wildebeest carcass and retain control of the meal. After being chased for a substantial distance, the Matshipiri male reunited with his brother, effectively doubling the force facing the Majingilane. Upon their reunion, the Matshipiri males immediately began roaring, which essentially amounted to a direct challenge to the Majingilane. Now finding themselves in a two-on-two situation, the chasing Majingilane realised they were far from home, without help and potentially outmatched. They immediately retreated, stopping to feed once they reached the wildebeest carcass once more.
Exactly what happened later that night I cannot say, as we headed home after this. All we know is that the Majingilane had disappeared back over our western boundary by the following morning, and the Matshipiri males were nowhere to be found. Tracks of male lions were everywhere. I strongly suspect that the reunited Matshipiri males may have advanced towards where the Majingilane were feeding, and the experience of the Majingilane led them to shun an aggressive encounter and move back to the safety of their own secure territory.
The Majingilane are ageing steadily, yet on this evening displayed the tactical superiority which has kept them in firm control for so many years. Advancing when they have the upper hand and retreating when the tables turn. It is not just brute strength and numbers that determine the victors when it comes to Lion Warfare, but clearly an innate understanding of which strategies to employ and when.
The Majingilane. Still a force to be reckoned with.
Written and Photographed by James Tyrrell, Londolozi Ranger
Filmed by Kate Collins (Londolozi blog Editor) and Terri Abadi (Londolozi Guest)
What an amazing blog James Majingilane are an amazing coalition of tactions as always but I am wondering have the Matshapiri males actually done anything in the sense of interaction with the prides since they showed up and is that 1 lioness still with the,? Also those young Birminghams up in the north are starting too get very confident challenging the Matimbas for the Styx pride and roaring all over Ararthusa, Elephant Plains, Djuma, Chitwa Chitwa might not be too long before they come down your way.
What a scene! Majingis are incredible. Thanks for sharing this amazing story.
How exciting! Your words conveyed the adrenaline so well James – wish I’d been on the back of your vehicle!
Wow James. You are a great story teller. I felt the excitement and adrenaline rush reading this blog. An incredible experience.
I can barely contain my excitement! What an amazing, unbelievable, and completely mesmerizing blog. I think the guests that saw this were the luckiest guests in the world. I’d give almost anything to have been there and be that close to 3 of the Majingilane kings.
Amazing blog James.
And some of your words are the same as my own, when talking about how well the Majingilane know to play the game of war.
This is exactly what makes them Kings and one more reason for loving them.
What is the aproximated age of the Majingilane? I wonder how many years they have at their prime.
Hi Noberto,
We believe them to be somewhere in the region of 11 years old, give or take a year.
The average tenure of a male lion over a pride/territory is roughly two years, but obviously a larger coalition would have an advantage.
a reign of 5 years and counting, like the Majingilane have had, is exceptional going!
James
Fabulous blog and so well presented -really enjoyed it.
Thank you for sharing this story! Well done JT and co.
Great blog! after reading the blog then watching the video, you know exactly what they were doing and when. Not time yet to count out this coalition of warriors. Thank you for sharing!
Fantastic blog. The male lions seem ready to confront one another. The next few months are going to be very interesting. Who will control the Central Sabi Sands? How will the Tsalala and Sparta prides fare? Stay tuned.
Fantastic blog and great story telling James! What an exciting experience! I love the Majingilane…they’re so regal and powerful and still firmly in control. I hope it stays that way for some time to come yet.
Also Hip Scar has had a bad leg for quite awhile that could be why he was reluctant to run
Hi Mike,
A very good observation. He has indeed had a bad leg for awhile now, so his reluctance to enter into the chase may have been for that reason as well.
James
Hi James, as you have observed, is Hip Scar’s leg still that bad? Thx!
Very well done and an amazing video!
It’s hard to add to all the comments above, James! Great storytelling on your part and the video made me feel some of the excitement of the evening! As usual, wish I’d been there!
Fantastic blog! Takes me back, Lions are so close to “old world mafia” . Family is so very important as is territory. I adore these creatures, thank you for taking such good care to protect the land and its animals.
Thanks for sharing with us such magnificent photos.
Thanks James, brings the bush back as I travel on the London Underground. I can almost smell and taste it.
Hi James, sorry but one more question: when did the chase take place? Was it the end of July or just couples of days ago? I saw Dark Mane from The Week in Pictures #193, but you said in this blog that he stayed at the West when the chase happened. Did the majingis visit Londolozi twice?
Hi Jo.
The incident in the post above took place a couple of weeks ago (late July) but the Majingilane did visit Londolozi more than that over the course of a few weeks, although they stayed much further west each time, and in no other incident did they display such aggression. The second visit was only a few days after the one in this post, and the three Majingilane that came across that time were Dark Mane, Scar-nose and Missing Canine. They chased one of the Styx males through camp early in the morning, but eventually let him be and moved back west.
I know they have been seen once or twice around our western boundary as well, where possibly Andrea’s photos were taken.
Hope that helps.
James
Thank you James!!! Really helpful information.
Love this story. What tribe are the two young males in? I believe they travel alone and was told they would likely have conflict with other males in the next 6 months or so?
Hi Jessica,
The two young males are from a group of lions called the Matshipiri pride, that have moved into the area from the Kruger National park over the course of the last 6 months or so. The two males generally travel together yet the female is not seen with them all that often.
The conflict with other males has, it seems, already begun…
James
I wish I had been sitting around the fire in the boma listening to you tell this amazing story!! While reading it, my heart was racing and I could see the action playing out in my head. We were thrilled to see the Matshipiri males and female in May but were disappointed that the Majingilane “kings” weren’t on property. Hopefully we will see them next time!! Thanks for sharing this amazing experience!
Hi Kim,
Thanks for your kind comments. It certainly was an incredible thing to witness!
Hopefully on your next visit the Majingilane return…
James
Still not as strong as the Mapogos ( when they were at their prime ) , but yes the magingalanes know when to advance and when to retreat . The mapogos never knew what surrendering meant as they never would retreat .Im a bit bias to the Mapogos 🙂
Hi Addam,
The Mapogo were certainly a frighteningly powerful group of lions and their reputation speaks for itself.
However, as a functional reproductive coalition, they fell far short of the mark. Have a look at these two posts for an idea: http://blog.londolozi.com/2012/03/lion-warfare-the-end-of-an-era/ looks at some stats in the reduction of lion populations in the west of the Sabi Sands as a result of the Mapogo’s arrival.
http://blog.londolozi.com/2015/06/happy-fathers-day-to-the-majingilane/ looks at the Majingilane’s success rate as fathers so far.
Thanks for the comments!
James
the anticipation of the second part to this story was worth the wait. The dynamics of the male lion coalitions is intense. The swagger and confidence of fully grown males is amazing as the one Matshipiri male easily drove off the whole clan only to be driven off. the kill by the Majingilane males. At 11 years old they still maintain the confidence to challenge the younger males though their time is running out. these interactions are amazing. nowhere else is are these intimate accounts of well known lions shared for everyone to learn about. I can’t wait to get more updates on these incredible lion dynamics.
i just feel bad for the lionesses who had spent so much energy to bring down a meal . And was stole from those hyenas
Great story, just started reading on the Matshapiri males. What happened to the injured male?
for me maginji cowards