It is very difficult to photographically isolate the swans, there are so many of them, and they silently glide away from the viewer. As they are not nesting they are socialable with one another and comfortable with close contact.
A triad coalition of blond maned Lions were calling to each other the night before. We got to witness them finding one another and the rejoicing that followed. This big guy had a swollen left foreleg. Our guide told us that if there wasn't a wound with infection he'd probably heal. Male lions live a challenging life.
A triad Coalition of Blond Maned Lions find each other in front of us. I heard them calling the night before and just before I had to leave for the plane they appeared in the tall grass and came to each other with great shows of affection.
Ono, was our guide for this trip to Botswana. He is an expert on the wildlife of Botswana. The boat is a Mokuro, which used to be made out of great trees. Now they use fiber glass to preserve the trees.
We more or less fell over this lion, he looked at us for a few seconds and then rolled his huge head down and went back to sleep. It appeared that he and his brother had brought down a Cape Buffalo. They were sated and sleepy. His nose tells the story of many adventures.
The prides in this part of Botswana had fallen apart. Maned males came over from Namibia, but did not stay. Our guide, familiar with these denizens, felt this female had been on her own for a long time. He pointed out her powerful and muscular build, bigger than the average female in a pride. When we found her it was late afternoon, terribly hot and she was protecting her kill. She had brought down a zebra and did not want the vultures to get it. As night fell she relaxed, cooled off, fooled around and actually ate.