“By the Law of the Jungle he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will frighten every head of game within ten miles ...” Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book
It’s hard to cast this nearlygrown tiger cub as a coward. First, he’s out on his own, minus mum and three siblings.
Second, he’s eyeing off three massively muscled gaur bulls – the largest wild cattle in the world, sporting dark humps on their backs and gleaming horns.
And thirdly, he decides to have a go, lolloping toward them in full view and virtually licking his lips at the thought of a week’s grub from one heroic kill.
So he isn’t exactly a scaredy cat. But nor are his hunting skills exactly well-developed.
Camouflage? Sneaking? What’s that? The gaur spot him, snort, stomp then rush straight at him, clearly upset their grazing has been disturbed. The cub slams on the brakes like a cartoon character, and hightails it into the jungle. The cranky gaur give chase.
He makes it intact. Mum turns up on the afternoon drive, moving slowly through low grass, growling for him to join the family for the night.