- [Narrator] Kamote doesn't have
the luxury of a daytime nap.
She is still desperately hungry.
Her last full meal was eight days ago.
Though she can last up to two weeks without eating,
she is visibly thinner and weaker.
Daytime hunting is a last resort for leopards,
less than one in 20 hunts are successful,
But Kamote has no choice.
(dramatic music)
It's midday
and the temperature soars to a hundred degrees Fahrenheit.
Hardly the best time for an energy sapping stalk and chase.
A herd of impala is wandering through her territory.
It's an opportunity she can't afford to miss.
Impala can run at 35 miles an hour, over long distances.
They're by no means easy prey.
In broad daylight, it'll be tough to surprise them.
She'll need to get within 20 feet
before she can launch an attack.
The closer, the better.
But the Impala are out in the open
and they're with a troop of keen eyed baboons.
Relying on experience, she patiently sits
and waits for them to come to her.
This is more like it.
Now's her chance to close the distance.
But it's not just impala
and baboons that are on the lookout.
There are eyes and ears everywhere.
Tree squirrels have some of the keenest eyes in the bush.
(squirrel vocalizing)
She's been spotted.
(growling)
Kamote growls in irritation.
The impala hear the warning.
Kamote is well and truly rumbled.
And the hunt is over before it really began.
Life for a solitary predator is tough.
She holds her tail aloft like a flag
showing she's no longer in hunting mode.
But the puku aren't taking any chances.
They group together as if to shepherd her away,
but their bravery has its limits.
(growling)