Two weeks ago, we stated that Ruka, one of the Inselberg males had lost one of his eyes supposedly due to an altercation with one of his brothers over mating rights. We are happy to make a correction and say that he actually didn’t lose the eye — Kenya Wildlife Service tended to him and the wound is healing up nicely. In fact, we saw him with a Topi kill and relaxing with one of his brothers (assuming this is probably a different one).
We had suspected that Risasi had successfully given birth to her first litter of cubs and we can confirm that as she was seen relocating three cubs to a different site. Moving from nest to nest is a common practice with cheetah to avoid detection by other predators. With a very low survival rate, only about 10% of cheetah cubs reach maturity. Typically weaned at 6-8 weeks, the cubs will then leave the den and follow the mother from then on.
We came across her as she was leaving the new area where she had stashed her cubs. She was looking for food and successfully secured what must have been a hare because she devoured it, leaving nothing for the vultures.
Risasi is not the only cheetah we have been keeping up with in the Triangle. Imani (a Swahili word meaning “faith”) is about to turn ten years old in July and her distinctly dark, heavily spotted coat makes her easily identifiable. Interestingly, the Mara Predator Conservation Programme has been able to document Imani with a total of 22 cubs from six litters over the years. She spends most of her time in conservancies outside the Reserve and occasionally in northern Serengeti, Tanzania. Our guide Robert and his guests were lucky enough to witness her successfully take down a Thomson's Gazelle.
Our ever so lovely and playful Bush Princess continues to delight visitors to the Triangle with exceptional chances to take photographs (once she's woken up properly, of course). These are some lovely images taken by two of our guests who rented cameras from The Angama Photographic Studio.
As we drove through an area called Maji ya Ndege ("bird waters") we saw vultures hovering near the river. We went towards the commotion and came across the carcass of a hippo. It was mostly consumed and what remained were scraps and bones. We watched as nature's hierarchy of scavengers unfolded before our eyes. We heard that earlier in the day there were over a hundred hyenas feeding on the hippo. When we arrived, there was a single hyena that slowly and meticulously ate any pieces of meat left over. The vultures circled patiently watching as the hyena audibly crushed bone after bone. Some time later, the hyena slowly disappeared into the grass and the vultures — the hyenas of the sky — immediately swarmed the hippo. Nearby some Marabou storks and a few other vultures watched as three larger vultures fed.
