I feel like Paul Harvey, with 'the rest of the story' now........Things calmed down and everybody is eating again.  You just know they are still full from yesterday, but they gorge themselves again.  The bulls come closer to look, we think, because of the dreadful, continuous calling of the calf still.  It gave a long high-pitched mmmaaawwww about every five seconds for probably ten minutes.  It was very upsetting to us.  The rangers seemed to think it was odd that we should be so moved by it--just part of nature I guess.  We kept telling the lions to please go stop the baby from crying, with the tears running down our faces.

But the lionesses concentrated on the big meat.  Here the stomach is opened.

Finally, a lioness, on the right, who sees an opportunity, gets the calf and takes it a short way away and kills and eats it.  We are all relieved to have the crying stopped.  It's now just regular nature in the raw and we can take it.

Uh, oh--what's this?!?  Another older male--not a Duba Boy, but a much more experienced fellow than the Tsaro males.  He has heard the kill from a long way off and come hastily over to get his share, although he looks as though he has already eaten today, by the looks of that stomach.

Just like before, a dominant male moves in, scatters the others, and starts eating.  He was not as mean as they were yesterday and lets the lionesses keep eating as long as they stay out of his way.

Maybe they were a little full--they don't keep at this buffalo as long as yesterday.  Here some of them are already moving off.  They clean off their faces to keep insects away and take naps, leaving a nice treasure for the hyenas and jackals to come for in the night and the vultures tomorrow.

A kill is not a very gory thing--you don't see blood flying all over the place.  Only the lion faces show anything.  But it is loud, fast and very exciting...............and sad.  I'm glad I've seen a kill, but I don't need to see another one.

I hope, as we go on to another camp which had lots of game, it won't seem anticlimactic compared to this excitement.