In the last post I mentioned Moremi Game Reserve takes up about a third of the Okavango delta on the northeast side. It was set aside in 1963 because it became apparent that poaching was decimating the large animal populations. The Dept. of Wildlife now has military trained rangers to patrol, which has allowed the game numbers to increase dramatically.
Very little of the park is accessible by 4WD, if you can even call it that. Roads are mostly sandy and horrid, and during rainy season often too wet and muddy. The park’s excuse for total lack of maintenance is they want tourists to have the “real experience” of backcountry roads. Of course, more traffic means more degradation, and more by-passes. The situation will never improve, only get worse if they continue the hands-off policy. Oh well, not my problem. Our sturdy Toyota, and capable driver, made it through some nasty, deep, water-filled holes. Some self-drive people aren’t so lucky.
However, we wouldn’t have missed Moremi for anything. Wildlife is rife. Here we saw our first baboon troop, definitely not the last… they are so much fun to watch.
First cape buffalo, first ground hornbills…
First carmine bee-eaters…gorgeous summer migrants, and our first little bee-eaters.
There are ponds filled with crocodiles and hippos, and surrounded with amazing wading birds. The birds seem rather nonchalant as the crocs glide by.
Second day drive turned up 23 wild dogs resting in the shade. This is an endangered species, a third of the total population live in Moremi. They weigh from 55 to 70 pounds and are the most frequently successful hunters of all. The success rate is near 80%. They kill and eat quickly so a lion or hyena doesn’t steal their meal. The alpha male and female are the only ones that breed. All the rest of the pack helps raise the pups (from 2 to 16 per litter). Young eat first, adults later, unlike lions.
We came back in the evening to see what the pack was up to. They were just stretching and getting excited about the coming hunt. In minutes after forming their hunting line they had several impalas on the run. It all happened so fast it was hard to see, much less get a picture. We drove around the intervening clump of trees, and they had already divvied up the prey and taken it off to munch individually. Whole process less than 20 minutes. Meanwhile we watched one impala that escaped the dogs, jump into the river. They are poor swimmers and before it could thrash its way to the opposite bank, it was grabbed by a huge crocodile. Then another came to fight the first for the poor impala. What a heart stopper!
For those impalas it was a bad day, but there are so many impala, they support a huge predator pool.
So what else did we see? Lots.
Next very exciting incident involved a leopard and a spotted hyena (two more firsts). In the morning we discovered a leopard resting under a bush. It moved off when it knew we saw it, into some thick bushes.
We returned in the evening as we had with the dogs to see what it was up to. We found a disgruntled leopard sitting in the road watching as a hyena devoured the leopard’s kill, an adult impala. The hyena’s belly was stretched to bursting, but it wouldn’t give up a morsel. Two jackals were yipping at the hyena and the leopard. An eagle was on the ground waiting with the jackals for a bite. Finally the leopard had enough of the yipping jackal and took off after it, but the jackal was too quick. In the meantime the hyena picked up what was left and hauled it off leaving the leopard with nothing. We felt sad for the leopard who had done all the work and taken the risk of injury.
Again, I am attaching a short video of the stars in this chapter.