IN-DEPTH Rhino Poaching
Afternoons in Zululand are indolent, languid. Blazingly hot, sticky with humidity. Nothing moves, even the birds are silent, sheltering in the branches. Below, sharing the shade, in the thickest of bush, the game rests quietly, sweating. They know the drill.
Everything has grabbed the opportunity for a bit of shut-eye. Not the cicadas. Called isiHlonono in isiZulu, they buzz and trill, relentlessly, loudly, seeking a mate. It is the soundtrack of a bush afternoon.
And there, deep in the tangled vegetation of Thanda Safari, the rhinos, in their ferocious armour, wait out the heat. Many are dressed up with collars around an ankle.
Wildlife Manager Lorraine Doyle ‘looks after the plants and the animals' on Thanda. ‘This property's got a fence around it, and the minute you put a fence around something, you must
