It was our last night in Africa, 2013.
We had previously met
mother Limpy, but not her cubs.
This evening we were lucky.
Playing with Mum’s tail is fun…
especially when I catch it, thought Nosy.
LImpy thinks otherwise and tells the kids
to go and watch the tourists.
Be careful, Nosy , she says as he commences
to stalk the tourists.
Blending in with the foliage he stalks us all the way down to…
…where he takes cover behind some tasty elephant dung.
Rosy soon catches up.
Nosy does want to share his dung and shoves Rosy away.
Rosy…
goes…
rolling…
over…
off the…
pile of elephant…
