The Miracle of Life
Summer is my favourite time of year. Or more specifically, November and early December are my favourite 6 or 7 weeks in the year, purely for the wonder of the …
Summer is my favourite time of year. Or more specifically, November and early December are my favourite 6 or 7 weeks in the year, purely for the wonder of the …
It has been estimated that roughly 50% of impala lambs make it through the year. At least that’s the figure I’ve heard. Once most of the females have dropped their …
Certain rangers are known for their affinity for certain animals. Mike Miller was a lion man, through and through. Mike worked as a ranger at Londolozi from 2009 to 2011, …
Photographically I’ve been having a ‘mare recently. ie. Nightmare. Still shaking off the cobwebs from being on leave, I got the vehicle stuck just behind a nice reed curtain while …
The landing strip: the happiest and saddest place on Londolozi. It is where dreams begin and journeys are started. It is also where hearts are broken and desperation sets in. …
This week was all about lions. The Munghen Pride in particular featured prominently, as the recent discovery of 4 extra cubs has bumped their total number of youngsters up to …
The pace of the bush has not slacked off, as the cooler weather has kept the activity going until well into the morning. The Sparta pride have been successful in …
An amazing week; some of it captured on film, some in photos, some not recorded at all, but all of it very special. This has honestly been one of the …
The game viewing at Londolozi has been nothing short of spectacular these last few weeks. We have been visited by at least two different wild dog packs and the leopards …
My two favorite months of the year in the bush are November and December. The rains have arrived and life has sprung. It seems to be a race for survival …
This is a story of courage! An epic tale caught on film, of one animal’s refusal to give up. A gigantic struggle against the odds; a fight from within the …
The three Sparta Pride females meant business. You could see it in their stride. Days of unsuccessful hunts had left them hungry. The night was pitch dark; the moon had …
This is one of my favourite times of the year to be in the lowveld…the lush green grass, dry heat, late afternoon thunderstorms and most of all the babies…Impala and …
The khoikhoi called them “Gnou” after their unusual sound; the Afrikaners called them Wildebeest, or “Wild Beast,” for the menacing appearance presented by its large head, shaggy mane, pointed beard, …
The Tsalala pride never fail to impress me. As far as a group of lions go, they are remarkably successful, enduring and deadly. Instantly recognisable by the lioness with no …