There were absolutely no leads on where to begin. The search added a very relevant meaning to the phrase about finding a needle in a haystack! However, Dihan and I started by looking at satellite images of the reserve. Having a sound knowledge of the reserve topography we came to the educated assumption that the cubs had to be stashed safely in the dense forage, somewhere along the banks of the Zandspruit River.
There are many sizeable crevices and cavities, dense root systems, dead trees, and holes to check in the banks of the dry riverbed that runs a lengthy 8km through the Khaya Ndlovu property.
Through the primeval art of tracking, Dihan and I found many sets of female leopard tracks frequenting the area between Mcibi Pan, Caracal Pan and Kudu Road. However, due to the density of the bush, we struggled to keep on a set of tracks, especially those of such an unrelaxed female, who was constantly darting in and out of the thick bush.
After six long weeks of intense tracking expeditions, during the long and fiercely hot Hoedspruit days, and with absolutely no leads, our enthusiasm to find the cubs was beginning to wane. Then, early one May, Sunday morning, I received fresh WhatsApp video footage from the Rhino Revolution vet nurse of a female leopard carrying a tiny cub across one of the dry mud wallows off Kudu Road. This valuable footage had been captured on one of the association’s security trap cameras.
Dihan and I excitedly discussed our tactics as we hopped aboard ‘Sally’ my trusty old Land Rover and shot off in the direction of Kudu Road. After close examination of the dry mud, we discovered a very faint set of spoor heading in a north-westerly direction. The spoor went down into the Zandspruit riverbed and continued north until it got to Caracal Pan. We meticulously examined the banks of the pan, hoping that she had drunk there. The silence around the pan was deafening. Normally there would be an orchestra of birds advertising their evening chorus. A few minutes after our arrival, however, the unmistakable alarming of a Rattling Cisticola could be heard. We assumed that we had startled the leopard and she had slinked off out of eyeshot, her movement distressing the Cisticola. We tracked on around a corner and happened upon a massive donga system, just north of the pan itself. To our delight, there were numerous tracks of the female in and out of the system. I looked at Dihan, his smile was telling! “They must be here,” he mumbled.
We returned to fetch Sally where we left her at the mud-wallow off Kudu Road. A silent journey of fifteen minutes ensued as we made our way to the possible den-site on the opposite side of the Zandspruit.
After about two hours of patiently sitting in Sally at the anticipated den site, I uttered to Dihan, “My boet let’s go, I think we need to put a camera trap here tomorrow and wait for evidence.” His polite response implored me to give it another 10 minutes. A few moments passed and the all too familiar sound of a warm black label lager opening to my left triggered my attention. As I glanced across, Dihan murmured, “Did you hear that?” Before I could respond, a high-pitched screech echoed out of the donga followed by excessive scathing, the term used to describe a female leopard contact calling her cubs! Muting my intense excitement did not come easily! Finally, after months of work, Dihan and I had located the mysterious leopard cub den-site that had been on every traverse holders’ radar since the sighting at Hippo Dam.
As the sun was already dipping below the mountain, we decided to leave the area. We felt it would be best to return early the following morning and try and find a suitable position in which to view the cubs.
Early, the next day, and with a hot flask of coffee in hand, Dihan and I returned to the site in high anticipation of getting a glimpse of the youngsters. Three long and agonising hours passed with no sign of them at all. We left and returned for three consecutive days with the same result and swiftly sinking spirits!
On the fourth day, we decided to walk down to the base of the donga, all we could see was dense bush and the odd set of spoor that was a couple of days old. They had gone!
So close, yet so far from the den. We were basically back to square one!
We searched for the next week, with the same outcome. Female leopard tracks everywhere, and no direction! The possibility of there being more than one female leopard operating in the area was highly likely, and Dihan and I did not want to waste valuable time tracking the wrong female.
The following week a very random message on the reserve sightings WhatsApp group came through at 2 pm on a Thursday afternoon. It read “leopard and two cubs drinking at Hippo Dam.” I was on my way to do a freelance game drive at Thornybush Nature Reserve, but before I could finish reading the message, a phone call came through from Dihan to inform me that he was on his way to Hippo Dam! The thought briefly crossed my mind that the sender was perhaps mistaking the sighting for a female cheetah and her two cubs that were on the reserve.
As Dihan arrived at Hippo Dam the trio of cats had disappeared over the back of the dam wall. However, he managed to get a glimpse of the youngsters and capture a few photos. They were indeed leopards! However, they were noticeably young, about 8 weeks old, which did not add up, as the cub seen in the mother’s mouth on the camera trap off Kudu Road seemed slightly younger. However, our excitement levels were too great to worry about this minute detail.
The next day, Dihan and I walked up the Hippo Dam outflow and located the youngsters in a very rocky area. The habituation process had officially started!
After spending two full days in Sally at the cubs’ den-site, they became quite inquisitive and ventured closer to the vehicle. This was a fantastic breakthrough, as their curiosity overcame their naturally shy disposition.
However, as Dihan and I returned for the third day we were met with the same fate as a few weeks prior. They had disappeared!
After this second disappearance, we were not as concerned as we knew the cubs were more curious than shy. “They will pop up again.” I confidently reassured Dihan.
Two weeks later, a report of a leopard cub on Rhino Road came through. Dihan and I shot off to the area and after a thorough search, and feeling extremely disappointed, we gave up the hunt. However, as we turned Sally around to head in the direction of the lodge, two tiny ears appeared through a gap on top of a termite mound, right next to the road!
I can honestly say that this felt like it was the best moment of my life!
The cubs remained on the termite mound for over ten days, with no sign of their mother. Dihan and I spent approximately six hours a day with the youngsters. We could finally say we had two habituated leopard cubs on the Rietspruit Game Reserve. Adding to our joy was the fact that these two cubs were the kin of Xivati.
As time went on, the cubs grew into a fantastic sibling sighting. We enjoyed many viewings of them over the next six months but were always mystified by their mother, believed to be Mcibi. Apart from a very fleeting glimpse of her at Hippo Dam, she remained a mystery. My common sense told me that after six months of following these youngsters, we would have seen the mother more often. However, we did not dwell on her absence as we were just so excited to spend time with the youngsters.
In February of this year, we located the young cubs on a juvenile duiker kill. We believe this was the first substantial kill they had made for themselves, and I fully understood the pride that my parents must have felt when they watched me graduate from university! Dihan and I had a fantastic evening watching the youngsters eat their trophy and decided it was now time to name them.
Dihan named the young male, ‘Xidulu’ which is Shangaan for termite mound. As it was his ears popping out the bush on the termite mound that day on Rhino Road, we believed this to be an appropriate name.
The female was always the adventurous one. Often, she would be on the thinnest branch at the top of a tree hanging on for dear life. Her desire to explore was incredible. I christened her with the name, ‘Kwira,’ a Shona word for the climber!
The easiest way to identify leopards is using a spot pattern. The most preferable one is the pattern above the first whisker line. As an example, Kwira has a 2:3 spot pattern meaning her right side has 2 spots above the whisker line and her left side has 3 spots above the whisker line.