Posts Tagged with: lions

Styx lion cubs & Birmingham  male lions at Arathusa

On one of our morning game drives recently, we tracked the Styx lion pride. Along the path, we could also see the tracks of their cubs. We followed these tracks for a good hour before we came upon the lions on a buffalo kill. The young ones were playing around while the females fed on   

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Winter is in full swing and the bush has changed. The trees are bare and the dust abundant. A few evenings earlier during dinner, we watched as a clan of hyenas snapped and harassed an injured old female buffalo near the waterhole. The injury she had sustained seemed to be a big enticement for the   

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Styx-pride

It was a sad day for all, as we came across the five Birmingham male lions. Next to them was one of the Styx female lions looking ravaged. It was clear that she had been brutally attacked by the males. The lioness had been critically wounded – so much so that she literally faded away   

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Styx-lioness-&-cub

As the five Birmingham male lions slowly make their way further and deeper into the two Matimba male’s territory, the Styx pride are becoming more vulnerable to the highly likely onslaught of the advancing coalition. Understandably, the Styx and the Matimbas have not left one another’s sides, as they are clearly aware that of the   

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Lioness

Troubled times surely lie ahead for the Styx lion pride as the five Birmingham male lions are starting to make headway into the Matimba coalition’s domain. As the five males came into contact with two of the Styx females and the three cubs, all hell broke lose! The five Birmingham males got hold of two   

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While on a game drive recently, we came across the nine Breakaway lion cubs resting on a termite mound. As is typical of lion cubs, they were all too inquisitive of us. As we watched them in fascination, we could hear their mother calling from not so far away. We waited in anticipation of the   

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