No one will ever believe that it’s not very easy to see wild dogs in the jungle if you spot them three times during the course of the same safari.
At first, we saw five.
Then we heard wild fowl crying out to one another – alarmed that the dogs were nearby.
We then saw another dog. How domestic it looked, standing there, ears cocked. The only thing missing was the wagging tail.
And then, returning by the main road, I saw something white being dragged into the jungle, away from the road.
That ‘something white’ was the belly of a spotted deer.
Yes, we watched the dogs tearing the deer to pieces and eating it.
We heard them whining to the others, calling out to the entire pack to share the meal.
We watched the dogs eat violently, aggressively.
I was disturbed, yes, but I could watch. I was able to watch and think, “Well, that’s the law of the jungle.” I was surprised at how they shared within the pack, and I was surprised at how I was able to watch, feeling little revulsion.
Yet, I cannot watch the video I took. I watched it in reality, but cannot watch the video. How strange.
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