Simbas Dream
The little lion cub lay there, his head resting on his sister's sleepy body, his eyes far away.
Malewan Khona
The face of the battle-scared leopard stares back at me as he turns the corner.
She stared back, her mother sniffing behind her ear reassuring her.
The little lion cub lay there, his head resting on his sister's sleepy body, his eyes far away.
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.
Alerted by our presence, a female springbuck looks up, observing me.
The lion cub warily eyes me as I steady my shot of the pride at rest.
On alert, a male African wild dog surveys the perimeter near a kill, his eyes connecting with mine briefly.
She made her first charge, protective of her calf, as we approached.
The leopard savoured its fresh kill, a reward for its patient effort.
The black rhino calf turned quietly, its glance one of distrust.
The Dwarf Mongoose: A Curious Observer in the Twilight Wilderness.
He turned to bite at the buzzing fly as it landed on his back, suddenly noticing me behind.
Peek-a-boo seemed a game the little leopard enjoyed playing, but it was anything but play.
The lioness carefully groomed her little cub, gingerly licking around her ear as the setting sun cast its early shadow across the pride.
The hyena cub submits squealing with excitement as her mother returns from a long hunt.
It was early evening in Africa, and the young African leopard was on the hunt.
Distant thunderclouds set a stormy scene on the African plain as a newborn baby southern white rhino calf stands by his mom quietly watching.
The mature Nyala bull stepped slowly from the dewy morning bush, staring fixedly back.
His youthful golden lion eyes, reflecting the last light of the setting sun, pierced the dusk with a quiet intensity.