Dear Family and Friends,
When the barbel was hooked it didn’t come quietly: splashing and thrashing in the river, bending the rod to alarming angles. Once the hook was removed the slimy, whiskered fish did some fancy belly wiggling and flip flopping and then it was free again, slithering around in the grass along the river bank before plop, back it went to freedom. The scary part came a little later.
A splosh was heard, ripples were seen and then eyes were spotted in the water in the darkening night sky. In the torch light an enormous beast could be seen, effortlessly sliding through the water using only its tail for propulsion. In moments the crocodile was there: exactly where the fish had so recently been caught and escaped. It was both thrilling and menacing to see the huge monster, hanging there in the water, only its eyes and the ridges down its back visible above water level. The next morning the croc was on the other side of the river, patrolling up and down, waiting for prey.
A pair of hippo made little explosions of bubbles as they too patrolled their territory, every now and again their google eyes appearing on the surface. This river has fallen about six metres below its bank in a wildlife reserve where most of the rivers have sand but not water, where dams and water holes are dry.
As rivers and dams around Zimbabwe drop to alarming levels and natural grazing for animals shrinks, the situation for Zimbabwe’s wild life grows ever more precarious. In the past we’ve had national appeals and mobilization efforts to get food to animals: hay bales, game blocks, game cubes, salt licks. But this time it seems a new idea is in the pipeline. Recently the Minister of Environment, Water and Climate told reporters what was planned.