It was not a very pleasant day, but the rain was supposed to clear up. It sort of did, but the day remained grey. There was no sign of the tigers when we arrived, so we went on a lengthy visit of this massive, VERY hilly park with a view to returning for the 4pm tiger talk.
The dholes are Asian hunting dogs. They look a bit like big foxes. These seemed quite calm.
Samira is a disabled lion. She was born with a neurological problem caused by an abnormality in her spine, but because she was bitten by her father, it was years before they found out the real cause of her disability. As a cub she had sessions in a doggy therapy pool. There were no signs to say she had been moved up next to the snow leopard enclosure, so because she was rolling over in ecstacy rather than walking with her wobbly gait, we didn't even realise at first it was her.
Now for the reason for our visit: the tiger babies. Mum has plenty of teats, but they still fell over each other to get a good feed. Considering they were just 2 months old today, they are already big, sturdy, brave, feisty girls. Dad was in a mood, yet they still braved approaching him. He gave mum a growl and stalked off, only returning to turn tail on the audience and try to spray them. Fortunately he was pretty easy to read, and they managed to duck out of the way in time.
This little girl was half suckling, half asleep (complete with feet off the ground). Her sister is just to the left also either feeding or sleeping.
I have some movie footage of the cubs playing, and also of some margays and the Scottish wild cat female, but it's late and I'm shattered, so I'll leave that for tomorrow.
(If you click on the pictures you can see more detail.)