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How to Hold a Vulture While in the Grip of a Jackal

Black-backed jackal photo by Wild Nature Institute
Black-backed jackal. Photo by Wild Nature Institute.

‘Show me where the jackal bit you’ was the first thing my six-year old gleefully asked when I returned from a week in the field.  No hugs, no ‘I missed you’, just show me your wound.  Clearly, he watches too many predator shows on Nat Geo Wild and I was just one more victim with a story to tell.

Noosing a jackal was not part of the plan, nor was the melee that ensued between feathered, furred and fair-skinned beasts.  I’m no Muhammad Ali and this was one rumble in the jungle where bigger was certainly not better.  I was outfoxed by a fox.

Our targeted Ruppell’s Vulture was alone at the carcass.  When it flapped its wings, I knew we had our bird.  Jamming the car into second gear, we arrived in less than a minute.  Problem was the jackal arrived even faster.  He no sooner arrived for the feast, then got cluttered in the coat rack while he attempted to dine and dash.

Leaping from the car my trapping partner Simon yelled, ‘you get the vulture, I’ll get the jackal’.  Jackals are not infrequent uninvited guests, so Simon was prepared.  One arm ensconced in a thick leather glove, Simon attempted to entice our unwanted guest towards freedom.  Quickly into my mother hen mode I settled the vulture, but clearly the jackal was Wile E. Coyote on speed.  My allegiance firmly with my roped in feathered friend meant taking one for the team.  And I did, on my left hip.

Perhaps the bite was a release of pent-up jackal aggression.  Let’s face it, it can’t be easy playing second fiddle to a host of sexy alpha predators strutting their stuff on Big Cat Diary.  Soon subdued and released, my mind flashed through what jackals are most notorious for, carrying rabies.

Before I could start foaming at the mouth, we had a vulture to attend to.  Fortunately the bird proved to be the polar opposite of Wile E. Coyote and mellowly reclined into my lap while we attached a transmitter and quickly sent him on his way.

Darcy Ogada about to release an adult Ruppell’s Vulture. Photo by S Thomsett.
Flying off. Photo by S Thomsett.

Happily back into the skies, our bird is already showing us the important sites it needs for nesting and roosting.  Protecting these with the help of Kenya Wildlife Service is what we must do to ensure the future of these spectacular and highly imperiled scavengers.  And who knows we may just feed a few jackals along the way, but preferably next time it will be with our bait rather than my butt.

The author would like to thank the following organizations for their support of this project: The Peregrine Fund, National Geographic Society Conservation Trust, Chester Zoo, Raptor Research Foundation-Leslie Brown Memorial Grant and Ol Pejeta Conservancy


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  1. Innocent edward
    July 20, 2013, 10:32 am

    Thanks for the grate Job .africans are proud of you gays.

  2. alexia abnett
    South Africa
    July 11, 2013, 9:53 am

    daily I am reminded of the dedication from people such as you guys! Thank you!!

  3. Penninah Ogada
    June 24, 2013, 2:42 am

    Ouch! It hurts just from the reading of the message, but thank goodness for the devotion to the preservation of the wildlife and ecosystem by the likes of you, your six year old son may live to appreciate his national heritage later in life. Great respect for your bravery and tenacity.