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

In a flash, the malachite kingfisher finishes off its meal, showcasing the efficiency of its hunting skills.

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.

Almost invisible to the eye, a Korhaan briefly stops moving to check me out.

It was early evening in Africa, and the young African leopard was on the hunt.

A flamingo gracefully traverses the lagoon with a pit-pat sound, about to take off.

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.

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

The heron skilfully lifts its reward as the fish puts up one final, desperate struggle.

She stood protectively, her family herding around her as they prepared to move onward.

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

A flamingo runs forward with a pitter-patter across the lagoon to take-off.

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

A heron heads to shore; its catch, a frog.

Two young hippos, on the cusp of adulthood, engage briefly in a lighthearted but powerful display of dominance.

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

The leopard lay there, almost unseen, until we turned.