Bamboo's Got Eyes...
It was our second safari of the trip, in the Sillari zone in Pench. It was a blazing hot afternoon, and we sat in our jeep with an ice box full of cold water bottles. After our previous safari in the morning, where we had sighted a 10-month-old tiger cub, we had our hopes as high as the trees around us. Just as we entered through the safari gate and arrived at a Y-fork, our jeep stopped, and the guide looked for any pug marks that would direct us to the big cat. We heard grass rustle on our right, and whipped our heads towards the source of disturbance. At first glance, the terrain appeared undisturbed. However, our sharp-eyed guide, a middle-aged man in his 50s, pointed out to us the pack of Dholes, perfectly camouflaged. They were lazing and goofing around under the shade of trees, hidden away from the harsh afternoon UV rays. One was standing guard over the pack, one was getting ready for its nap, one was trotting around, and one was scratching a tree bark. Alt text: a Dhole trottin...