This morning the dead hippo was all but an indistinguishable blob of rotting flesh with the same writhing mass of crocodiles spinning it around ripping chunks off as they twist and turn for their morsel.
The Carmine Bee Eaters are swelling ranks but still there are many hundreds yet to come. The first arrivals have started to dig out their burrows in the sandy banks. Each year they arrive to exactly the same bank to begin the breeding season. I am hoping by the end of the week the masses will have arrived.
I looked for the painted dogs again this afternoon but still nothing. Their range is huge and the area where they denned is thick with bush.
After the tsetse flies had had their fun with my flesh once again it was time to start back. Stopping to see two male lions (brothers) in close proximity to each other both with a female and mating.
