THE MIRACLE IN THE GARDEN
These werenʼt ordinary cats; they were caracals, and I was thrilled when I first saw photos of them online one evening. My wife and I could hardly wait to visit the gardens the next morning. Sarah had never seen a caracal and I had only ever seen a pair of tufted ears poking above a river bank in Namibia. We thought our chances of seeing these normally elusive cats would be slim, that they and their mother (she had been sighted earlier) would have left the garden by then, wary of all the human traffic. We arrived the next day, spotted a small group of photographers, followed the direction of their long lenses and there they were, two little balls of golden fur huddled in the lee of a thicket to escape…