The King of Londolozi in his day; an enormous male whose offspring still inhabit the reserve.
This leopard had a charisma. A rock n roll swagger of confidence and a steely gaze of experience. Forked tongue and bloodied chin, this battle-scarred fighter had lived hard and fast. Vicious encounters with the opposing males and bouts of promiscuity with a plethora of receptive females. A hulking body that slips past the back of the herd only to kill with with artistic exhibitionism.
To him, life must be a performance. The secretive reputation is a precedent that seems to ring untrue. He is bold and brash. He lays where he must, eats what he wants and mates with what he believes is rightfully his. He surveys his territory, unafraid of rogues foolish enough to chance a step into his land of bountiful flesh and sinew. He parades his various poses, celebrating the attention he assumes he deserves. He is an unashamed rockstar.
This leopard must be content with life… To be fair though…this is merely a human presumption aligned with Hollywood values. If this leopard were bound by the constraints of these desires, he would be the epitome of the artificial dream. Successful, coveted, powerful and instantly gratified.
But instead, he is just a leopard. One who has successfully managed to attain mastery of the environment in which he exists. That then, is perhaps where his contentment lies…not in the artificial poverty of luxury, but rather the contentment that is natural wealth.
Written and Filmed by: Rich Laburn
Filed under Wildlife
Gav, it would be great if you could fill us in on what happened that day. Especially with regard to his scars and forked tongue.