We never managed to get a picture of the bushpig that is resident at DumaTau. I only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse as he noisily trampled his way from under the lounge area to his sleeping quarters one evening. He is a magnificent character with pointy pixie-like ears, golden long hair on his body and a bold silver mane that follows his spine from around his eye brows all the way over the top of his head and then down his back. He has a long pointy snout that finishes up in a round pink nose just like a normal domestic pig has.
The management team at DumaTau have called him “Pudge” but they can’t seem to explain the origin of the name. I am not sure I love the name “Pudge” but I am not in any position to appeal on his behalf. What I did find out though is that Pudge is probably on the payroll because he moved across from the previous DumaTau site to take up residence at the new site. He obviously loves the company of guests and the comforts that being in camp have to offer.
Bushpigs are nocturnal are generally quite difficult to see in the wild, which makes Pudge quite a unique guy. If anyone has a picture of him, we would be so grateful if you could share it with us via the Blog or Facebook.
But Pudge was not the only “pig” to entertain us. On game drive just by chance I happened to look down and noticed the DumaTau male leopard right by the side of the road lying in the shade of a small bush. We just don’t feel a trip to DumaTau is complete without having a sighting of him and so we sat with him for a long while. During this time, a family of four warthogs appeared on the scene busily shuffling around on their knees and digging their snouts into the ground to unearth fresh roots. We became as intrigued as the leopard and watched the set-up of what we believed was going to be a well-orchestrated attack by our favourite leopard. Strategically he moved under cover of the bush, using the wind to his advantage. We sat captivated, waiting for the devastating moment to happen. Within literally no more than three metres the warthogs obliviously foraged around and then they simply moved off in the opposite direction. Completely unaware, however the distance now between them and the leopard was too great for an attack.
We almost reprimanded him for failing to make the most of the opportunity. He felt our displeasure and curled his lip and flicked his tail with disappointment and dissatisfaction. He moved off behind a termite mound while the little warthog family carried on about their business. We still sat with him though. Unbelievably again the warthogs appeared on the scene. This time we placed ourselves in a position where we had great visual but were enough out of the way so as not to be noticed.
Strategically he moved using the cover of long golden grass. Patiently waiting for the right moment to sink low to the ground and creep up unnoticed, till just within a metre of the warthogs when suddenly they spotted him. They squealed and all ran in separate directions, criss-crossing around, yelping and then, with tails in the air, and not looking back at all, they disappeared for good this time. The leopard snarled, flicked his tail in anger and slunk off into the tall grass. We let him go off in peace. This day belonged to the warthog family!