Life and death – A game of chance.
We knew the warthogs potential assailants were coming long
before the blissfully unaware foraging pigs did, then again we had the
advantage of a radio collared animal and
a telemetry tracking kit. Somewhere in the scrub planning their latest
attack a pack of one of the most endangered large carnivores on the planet
awaited their moment, still the warthogs seemed unaware of their presence for
there could be no other explanation for their
seemingly blase attitude in the face of imminent danger.
Suddenly this serene scene of African wilderness erupted
into chaos as the warthogs were at last alerted to the threat. They needed to
be as well, for the African wild dogs were already gaining on them. One
individual seemed to have been singled out and looked in trouble. Now the real
life drama of the natural world was unfolding before myself and my fellow
conservation volunteers eyes. Should the
wild dogs fail with the attack they would be disappointed but there would be
another chance. Should the warthog make one false move, a slight stumble, a moments
indecision and it would be game over. No second chances.
The strikingly coloured, highly intelligent dogs were
clearly an efficient hunting unit, a seemingly telepathic understanding of
their prey’s next move. The high speed chase seemed to be nearing its
conclusion and the prey seemingly handed a dud card. In life’s ever present
game of chance they looked to be even more desperate and even more doomed as
dozens of razor sharp teeth converged ready to apply the coup de grace. And yet
when hope seemed lost the warthog was handed a trump card, a burrow unseen to
us and presumably the dogs offered it a lifeline. It was evident then as it disappeared into its
safe haven that against all the odds the most basic primal instinct of all, the
will to live can sometimes trump all.
A little while later and it became clear again that when the
dice roll s in your favour you must be prepared to accept the opportunity. The
dogs unaware of the gift about to be presented to them ambled leisurely a short
distance in front of the research vehicle. The playful antics of the younger
pack members a wonderful sight indeed. In a second the whole dynamic of the
pack changed, the pace of their travel upped and excited vocalisations made it evident drama was about to once again
unfold before us.
By the time we caught up with the pack the kill had been
made. They had quite literally very nearly stumbled across their next meal. A female
Impala had miscalculated the safety of It’s chosen sleeping place and upon it’s
discovery had had nowhere to flee. Instantly surrounded and swiftly dispatched,
a dud hand had certainly been handed to her, on the other hand the wild dogs
would consider it an ace.
Spending time in the company of such incredible animals was an absolute privilege. |
A more ambitious and ultimately unsuccessful hunt..... |
That is pretty much all for this time I hope you enjoyed the blog and thank you for reading all the best, George.
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