Aidan Hartley Aidan Hartley

Wild life | 4 October 2018

Misfortune piled upon misfortune for us, and I wondered which gods I had offended

issue 06 October 2018

Laikipia, Kenya

  The Turkana cowhands are on Facebook and they spend a lot of time on their cell phones, but they are also superb trackers and one of them, called Ekuwom, can divine the future by ‘reading’ the entrails of a butchered animal like the Etruscans. After the confusion of a heavy thunderstorm before dusk one evening we lost a flock of sheep; we searched all night and rescued dozens. In my experience with lion, leopard, jackal and hyena, a sheep left outside the boma overnight has a 50–50 chance of living until morning. At dawn, beneath low cloud, we found 12 carcasses scattered white and red across the grasslands. The hyenas had only half eaten a single one, leaving the rest with skulls crushed and balls and guts ripped away from the arse ends. Suddenly the clouds lifted and the morning light slanted on to the dewy grass. I saw every detail with ultra-clarity, even single juniper trees cresting hilltops many miles away.

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