Yesterday evening I went out and sat with the four lions from the George Pride, a female and her three cubs. They looked like they hadn’t eaten for a while and the female kept lifting her head and looking towards a big herd of zebra about 100 metres away.
I sat there for two hours and nothing happened but I was quite determined that something would, and then the heavens open. For about half an hour it absolutely poured. As the rain came to an end the lioness lifted her head and looked back towards the herd, they were now only about 50 metres away. She got up, stretched out and slowly started to stalk the Zebra. Within a few minutes she was right on top of them no more than 15 metres away hiding in some thick fallen acacia. She picked her target, a small foal and chased it toward her cubs. They all mobbed the foal and then the mother turned up to finish what she had started.
Within five minutes of the first blood being spilt ten Hyenas came out of no where and started to circle the feeding lions. Cackles and roars were exchanged, but the Hyenas never really plucked up the courage to dive in. By now it was getting dark and I just about knew my way back to camp so I decided to set off before it was really had no idea of where I was going.