Why Do Wild Dogs Move Their Dens?
The unfolding drama of the wild dogs at Londolozi continues to surprise and fascinate us, and the latest developments are no exception. The wild dogs have now moved on from …
The unfolding drama of the wild dogs at Londolozi continues to surprise and fascinate us, and the latest developments are no exception. The wild dogs have now moved on from …
Sometimes, when you least expect it, something special happens, it’s cliché – I know. Often, it’s not when you’re actively searching for those miraculous sightings, but rather, when you’re simply …
There is no denying that over the past couple of months Londolozi Guides, Trackers and Guests alike, have been treated to some incredible sightings of the ever-elusive packs of wild …
This blog is a celebration! Firstly of two incredible sightings that tracker Freddy and I were able to have over the period of two weeks, where some people spend their …
The problem with reporting on stages of the lives of individual animals is that after a number of posts, it might start savoring of repetition. When lions reach a certain …
One of the trickier aspects of wildlife photography that I personally love is that of nocturnal animals moving in the African darkness. Many people coming on safari believe that nothing can …
Last week’s post touched on the manner in which the bush has undergone major transformation over the last little while. The recent rains have turned a dry, dust-filled landscape into …
Deep in the wilds of Africa we found our honeymoon chalet. Built over the riverine bush we would lie in bed at night and listen to the animal cries, feeling so …
The people of South Africa stand as the example of everything good about humanity. They believe in peace and sharing and harmony. I like to think their souls are beautiful …
I will never forget hearing the first roar from a lion. My entire body filled with adrenaline, fear, anxiety, total alertness. It is a sound that cuts straight to the …
Before the sun rises every morning, we were awakened by a knock on the door where we rose for a light breakfast of oatmeal (with scotch if you prefer), the …