Our last evening in South Africa, 2013.
An unexpected game drive…
…produced this sighting of two 8 week old lion cubs.
Twenty minutes later and after nearly 300 photos
of lion cubs watching tourists
we departed due to failing light.
That was early October 2013,
their mother was dead in mid-September 2014.
Until this week we have wondered if they survived.
Yesterday (Saturday) we heard via Facebook
that they still roam the area.
Sadly, this little cub was less than twelve months away
from losing it’s mother when this photo was taken,
making it an orphan in the animal world I suspect.
We never knew if it and its sibling survived.
During my working life I have come into contact
with many (sheep dog) pups…all of which
Candi did not take long to settle into
Number 2 Son’s arms.
He may have had a head start as
she was a Christmas or birthday gift
from him and daughter-in-law to me.
I have never seen an ugly Labrador
at this stage of its life.
Taji still loves to be handled and
given some rough play.
I think my all time favourite ‘cutes’ are
the several hundred photos I have
of ‘Nosy’ and ‘Rosy’ and Mum Limpy
on our last night in Africa 2013.
At 6-8 weeks old what more would a cub do
but munch on elephant dung
while watching tourists.
Apologies for the delay with my post,
I was also procrastinating about how to approach this challenge
and eventually decided to post some images
from our two safaris in Africa, as I have
posted some of the BW shots on Gurushots
during the week for some fun.
a bit like my Grade 2 teacher used to look.
Like her they look stern but are fun to have around.
The African Starling…a far prettier bird than our variety.
Thirsty elephant in Botswana’s Okavango Delta.
Also still at a Delta camp this
Lilac Breasted Roller posed for us.
Back in South Africa two 6-8 week old lion cubs came
to within twenty-feet of our vehicle.
It was the quietest, but noisiest (cameras)
twenty minutes of our trip.
…no doubt relieved that her tail was no longer
the centre of their attention.
At the moment we are in the final stages
of organising another safari for 2020.
It was our last night in Africa, 2013.
We had previously met
mother Limpy, but not her cubs.
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…
Rosy soon catches up.
Nosy does want to share his dung and shoves Rosy away.
dung, and on to…
‘Nosy pushed me.
Did you see it, Mum?
Although some of the roll may appear
to be the same photo, I assure readers it isn’t.
In the twenty minutes we were in the company
of those cubs I captured around 300 images.
Upon arriving back at camp I overheard
one of our fellow travellers commenting
the he had taken nearly 800 photos
during our sixteen day trip.
I averaged around 800 per day.
Last night of our 2013 African Safari we met
she told Nosy and Rosy to go tourist spotting.
Being a venturesome sort of lion
Nosy made his way down the steep hill carefully
keeping eyes wide open… in case the tourists
he had just spotted
made any sudden move.
Rosy panics and scampers back to tell on Nosy.
Meanwhile Nosy has his eyes fixed on a hide…some
Doesn’t taste real bad either.
I wonder what those tourists are looking at?
It was a toss-up but decided to stay in Africa
for my memories post
Scuba diving in Botswana.
The longest Rhino horn my eyes have sighted
Not sure who got the biggest shock…our driver or the lioness.
‘Limpy’ as she was known was on the track around a corner
and very nearly was run over. But she settled
about 15-20 feet away and posed for photos.
And last, but by no means least…the cubs.Meet Nosy and Rosy…my name for these two cubs.
Their mother, Limpy, shooed them down to watch the strange tourists
on the condition they sat on the elephant dung
which was about 10-15 feet from us.
This was an unexpected, last night, game drive.
We sat in near silence, our cameras clicking away madly.
After about twenty minutes we had to leave as the sun was going down.
A memory we will never forget as we had
an African artist convert one image to a drawing
for our living room wall, so the memory lives on.