Where No Vultures Fly

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I know this land.

You see, I'm a third generation East African.

It hasn't always been empty like this.

It used to be alive, teeming with wild animals.

Free and unafraid.

My grandfather trekked up here by ox waggon.

There were such herds of game,

that the dust from their hooves darkened the sky.

They were hunted of course by the black man

but he killed to eat.

That was nature.

Then the white man came.

There was money in skins, meat, ivory.

Hunting became commercial

and the stink of death was everywhere.

I've been back from the war a year.

I got my old job back, a game warden on the game

preservation department.

At least that's what they call it,

but I don't protect the game anymore.

I protect new farms, new fences, new government scheme.

They have to come of course,

but they mean the end of the animals of Africa.

They call it control of game,

but it just means feeding the vultures.

900 rhino to be eliminated at Makueni,

2000 zebra at Nanyuki,

100 giraffe at Ojipetal,

over 1000 elephant a year slaughtered in Tanganyika.

And so I've been ordered to kill and kill.

Or supervise killing for the sportsman is back,

and science has come into it, high powered rifles,

telescopic sights, you can't miss.

Come on Darling, come on.

Oh, right through the head,

what a shot, what a lovely shot.

Come on darling, bring the camera.

The wrong things are always dead in the pictures I take,

coming.

Foot on the neck darling.

Next.

Perhaps you should shoot this as well,

or do I have to do it for you?

Why kill it?

You've just killed his mother.

You have left it two chances,

to be eaten by leopard or die of starvation.

Well, you better finish it off hadn't you?

You don't have to talk like that.

We've got a licence to shoot.

You've got it Jack?

Of course.

I'm sure you have and all in order,

for 75 quid you can shoot a hundred animals,

for 15 bob a piece.

Go ahead, gentlemen have your money's worth,

in the meantime what about this?

Well, I can't very well do anything.

I see.

Well, I'll spare the ladies feelings

and take it home with me.

Good day.

Well, what's wrong with him?

Got no sporting instinct I suppose.

Ondego,

Bwana

Find a box or a sack or something

and see if you can keep this alive, will you?

That's no way to talk to our cash customers.

Customers?

Well their licences help pay our salaries,

don't they?

I'm sorry, Jamie I can't take it anymore.

Oh come on the jobs nearly through

only a few odd months left.

It's no good Jimmy.

I've had a bellyful of killing.

I couldn’t even shoot that calf just now.

Well pack it up for a couple of days then.

I'm packing up for good.

You can't do that, this job has to be done,

we do it best.

Here.

Oh, don't be a fool.

I'm sorry, Jimmy but this has been boiling up

inside me for months.

If you quit now, don't come back to me for a job.

I won't, don't you worry.

Oh, don't be a chump,

what else can you do?

Well I, I can try and stop blokes,

like these shooting everything in sight.

Back on that old hobby horse of yours

trying to set up a national park.

It's still a good idea.

Dead as mutton, government wouldn’t look at it.

Well other countries have got them.

Oh I know, the Belgian Congo, South Africa.

They've got money and it took them 20 years.

I'll wait 20 years - You'll have to.

Three days in a truck hasn't given it much chance,

I ran out of tinned milk.

I'm sorry about the job, Mary,

I didn't think it would come as such a shock to you.

A shock.

Well really Bob, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I'm so upset.

It isn't like you to make a decision like this

without even consulting me.

That's what hurts.

Oh, but I am consulting you.

No you're not, you're telling me.

You can't just come back and say, I’ve quit,

I've got a new job.

We are off back to the bush and then expect me to follow,

just like an old Masai donkey.

Oh no, wait a minute.

I tell you Bob if this means going back

to live in the bush, I just can't take it.

We've got a home Bob, I like it, first I've ever had.

Oh, I can't expect you to understand what it means to me.

Oh I do Mary, honestly, I do.

It's just like can't stand being a butcher any longer.

Well there are plenty of other jobs, aren't there?

Coffee plantations or seisal - I don't want other jobs.

No, you just want what you want

and that's all there is to it.

It wont take milk anymore,

might try brandy for the poor little thing.

Look Bob, we had three years in the bush,

living in tents, the flies, the dust, the heat

being alone for days and night.

Nights.

Lying in a camp beds scared stiff of the noises.

Worrying if Tim was safe.

Yes and there's Tim.

He'll be running wild again with no real schooling.

Remember what his master said?

He knows more about the bush life in books.

Ha ha, a good thing maybe.

No, it isn't.

It's just convenient for you to think so.

I'll get the brandy.

Do you think he'll like this?

Sugar cane I got it out of Ondengo's shamba.

Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

It looks like it.

No, I'm just upset about something.

Daddy wants us to go back and live in the bush again.

Oh good.

I can take my air gun.

No, you can't, wish I'd never let you buy it.

It's the cause of all the trouble.

What?

My airgun?

No, just guns, always killing things.

You're as bad as all the rest.

I've even seeing you shooting at birds.

Why? You don't really want to kill things do you?

No, I just want to see if I can.

You wouldn’t want to kill this would you?

Oh, no

Well, that's how daddy feels about all animals.