A night of restless imaginings and shallow dreams, sleep punctuated by the approaching roar of lions. The very ones we listened to late yesterday afternoon as we sat watching the sun sink pink, and then, out under the clouded stars, heated soup and cooked homemade boerewors on our Tsavene fire.
Now the roars are under our windows and jolting me off my pillows in the early morning gloom. So close, yet I can not see them as I peer down from our high windows.
Coffee time….I heat water then prowl the house window to window, hoping for a glimpse of cats and feeding my two Jack Russell pups biscuits to keep them inside….
Last sequence of roars comes from our waterhole, and I quietly creak open the heavy wooden front door to tiptoe out and squat on the front steps…still no visual sign of the owners of those powerful voices…
But enough to know that they are out there, probably watching me as I watch for them! Dzidzi, one of the pups, causes a commotion behind me in Clive’s office, catching her own prey for the day, a fat mouse! She proudly carries it, but prefers to eat the biscuit I give her.
Now as I write this, dawn has broken and I hear a final roar, distant again…as the sun breaks the cats have retreated from our waterhole to a more secluded place for the day. Clive is dressed and driving to town for a day of meetings with local Chiefs and communities, and anticipating the planned visit of various Ministeries, including the Ministry of Environment and Tourism, hopefully all leading towards resolution of the future of the Save Valley Conservancy.