Jaws, Paws & Claws Quite the mouthful, eh?
As passionate wildlife lovers, we often find ourselves pursuing these words. Let’s elaborate.
Jaws – one might first think of a yawning lion or lioness. Perhaps a crocodile?
For me, it recalls two remarkable encounters with the powerful jaws of the spotted hyaena – a year apart, oddly enough at the same location: the culvert on the H3, 1km south of the S118.
There I discovered a hyaena mother nursing about 30 metres off the tar, her pups barely visible. I returned often, hoping for a better glimpse. One day, parked at the culvert’s edge, lens on the beanbag and engine off, I noticed tiny paw prints at the entrance. Silence. A flick of an ear, a sniffing nose, then a head.…