There is a leopard in the bush!

A young spotted hyena skulked around, watching us suspiciously and keeping his distance.

The leopard silently wandered along the path, cutting through the low grass with twists and turns, heading thirstily towards the nearby river.

He stood alone, on guarded watch over the hyena den.

The wild dog pups bounced and turned, snarling and whimpering in the play of survival.

The hyena cubs lay patiently by the den, awaiting their mothers return before nightfall.

The little lion cub began to hunt his father, his eyes locked on target.

The hornbill swerves away, turning towards his calling mate, his wingbeats stretching towards the skyline.

The pup turns his teeth, flashing at the Alpha female, his mother, indicating his displeasure for her to join the feast.

The soft nuzzle and touch of the female lioness reassures the little cub of the pride’s togetherness.

The members of her herd stood by the edge of the lake, savouring the refreshing sustenance of life.

She stared back, her mother sniffing behind her ear reassuring her.

Her arrival received a whoop of cries as the hyenas engaged in their traditional greeting ceremony of squeals and groans.

The young leopard looks through the savannah grass in the dim light, his tongue flicking at the taste of a good meal.

The face of the battle-scared leopard stares back at me as he turns the corner.

The Oxpecker takes a moment to check me out.

On alert, a male African wild dog surveys the perimeter near a kill, his eyes connecting with mine briefly.

The leopard savoured its fresh kill, a reward for its patient effort.

He turned to bite at the buzzing fly as it landed on his back, suddenly noticing me behind.

The lioness carefully groomed her little cub, gingerly licking around her ear as the setting sun cast its early shadow across the pride.