The early morning dew reflects the cold snap of air as the lion pride male stirs to his feet.

The African leopard steps down, gingerly testing her grip on the hewn bark.

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.

A young female leopard sits regally on a fallen jackalberry tree in the late afternoon, looking back at me.

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

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.

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

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

Peek-a-boo seemed a game the little leopard enjoyed playing, but it was anything but play.

The young leopard peeks cautiously around the protective trunk of the old, gnarly leadwood tree.

He paused, waiting, his golden leopard eyes locked on the hyena beneath.

She rounded the path, her eyes catching sight of her pride up ahead.

He stopped limping and turned to watch us as we went by.

The leopard's stare assumes a puzzled expression as it holds the delectable tendon in its jaws.

The lion’s piercing stare studies his focus of interest: me.

Amidst the serene flow of the river, a moment of grace unfolds. An egret, resplendent in its purity, spins gracefully into the air, resembling nothing less than a ballerina's elegant twirl.

Like a little explorer, the Oxpecker inserts its head into the buffalo nostril, examining the breathing space for ticks or insects.

A deeply quiet, yet proud, expression oozes as the elder lion of two brothers surveys his land in the early dawn.