This snare had bitten deeply into the thick skin, causing a painful, bleeding wound that tethered him to the ground. For days, Tembo had been trapped, unable to escape or find relief. The sun scorched his cracked skin, and his breath came in shallow, labored gasps. Each movement caused him pain, but his will to survive remained. Tembo’s distress cries, soft trumpeting sounds filled with pain and fear, were faint but carried on the dry wind. Luckily, a group of wildlife rangers patrolling the area heard the calls.
Peter approached slowly and quietly, careful not to frighten Tembo. He spoke in a gentle, soothing voice, repeating the same calming words: “Easy, big guy. You’re safe now.” Tembo lifted his head weakly, his eyes filled with pain but also curiosity and a glimmer of trust. Peter knelt down to make himself less threatening, hoping to build a fragile bond of trust. This moment was the beginning of Tembo’s rescue and recovery.Continue reading…