The beauty of being a breeder.

When breeding game one learn to be still, listen and observe. The stories told to you by listing to how a lion cub react to a piece of meat on a bone. To notice how intense, it enjoys his food and protect it. How appreciative it is when receiving their food. The trust and acceptance of you being their and just accepting you is so wonderful.

The same is experience with the buffalo and cheetahs on very different levels.

The young buffalo whose mother died, accept the person feeding her as her mother. She will protect you on her level, run with you all over the farm.

Were the cheetahs again being completely different but just as wonderful.

I can only say how privileged am I. Can only thank God for His grace bestowed on me.