Thanks Pumbaa, a-m, p&m & Elsa.
Not quite finished yet, but almost there.
So the mother began to open up the carcass alone and was joined by one of her cubs after a few minutes, then a second cub sauntered over to join them.
The three of them tucked in, gulping down meat quickly as only a Cheetah can.
the third cub decided to join in and wandered over.
By the time they were all feeding, the light was fading fast.
By now, mum had eaten enough and moved over to let her cubs have their fill.
It was getting late, we had to leave to get to the gate within time, but it's at this point that if you are late, you do not mind being fined as it's such a privelidge to see a once in a lifetime chance like this.
We drove back in convoy with the other vehicles, but stopped for a couple of sightinga along the way.
A Spotted Eagle Owl was waking up for a night's hunting.
While a Pale-chanting Goshawk was getting ready for a good night's sleep.
The banter around the braai that evening was joyous and tinged with awe at what we had witnessed. We talked, we laughed, we remenisced. Four men who had been there, done that, seen it all had just spent a marvellous time in a magical wonderland that made us feel like boys again.
Hearftfelt thanks to BB for inviting me over and showing me the KTP for what it is. A place of superlatives. A place where you can loose yourself completely. A place to which I will someday return.
To BIL & Right Said - Thanks for your company, friendship and putting up with an obsessive guy who wanted to see every little small brown bird that moved, flitted and flapped about in the undergrowth. I loved every minute of it!