Adopted by an elephant

Chota looking coy crop

Last evening a lion wandered through camp at dusk – just yards from where we were finishing up work for the day. It skirted the fire, and walked calmly down the path, between the tents and out onto the floodplain to join its mate. We live with lions. They are a constant presence but we don’t often see them in camp during the day. They are normally crepuscular – walking around the periphery, brief silhouettes glimpsed through openings in the Dovyalis, as they skirt the floodplain. We hear them though – their nocturnal roars are the soundtrack to camp nights. When a pair are mating, the regular post-copulatory snarls can go on for days. They make it possible to track the couple’s progress through the night.

Leopard are here too, but we rarely see them. Recently, one killed a baboon in the grove of figs behind us. We never saw it, but we heard the pandemonium that the attack caused in the troop, and heard the crack of bones in the night. The next morning, Mzee Musili, camp cook and first to rise, found the drag mark it had left. Before feeding, leopards often partially pluck their prey. We discovered tufts of baboon hair, snagged on acacia thorns. We inhaled the musk-sweet baboon smell that lingered. We followed the tracks to where the leopard had climbed, with the carcass, into a Dobera tree next to Etienne’s tent. It had dropped down with it just before dawn, when Musili’s soft footfall, the fanning of the kitchen embers and the smell of brewing coffee, prompted it to move to where it could finish its meal in peace.

Besides the cats, we share the camp with an alphabet of animals – from agamas to zebras. Some, like the squirrels, are constant and chattering. Others, such as cobras, are shy and silent. It is elephants however, more than any other animal, that we are most aware of – they pass by on their way to the shade of fig trees. Sometimes they’ll linger and trunk-twist the Sporobolus grass that grows around camp. Occasionally young bulls venture closer – their nervousness temporarily subjugated by curiosity. They never stay long though and elephants, generally, rarely come right into camp.

Last week, that all changed. We were visited by a magnificent bull, who calmly and deliberately walked into camp and stood there looking around. He couldn’t have wished for a better entrance – everyone put down what they were doing and stood there in awe. Silence. As if assured of the impact he’d made, he started to feed. No one moved. Such was his presence, that it would have been difficult to look away had we wanted to.
It was a while before we started to move around, looking to record the moment. The bull stayed for an hour, and then melted back into the Dovyalis scrub from where he’d come.


Chota in camp - low angle

The next day he was back. The effect he had on us all was the same – we spoke in hushed tones, we smiled more and we couldn’t keep our eyes off him. Whatever we were doing, our gaze would slide over, or we’d find an excuse to walk to the kitchen, where he stood feeding quietly, next to the washing line.
The next day was the same. I wondered why he kept coming – the grass in camp was no better than that on the floodplain nearby, and it was nearly exhausted. There was clean water in the riverbed two hundred yards away – both were good reasons to stay in the area, but to come right into camp?

His behaviour was very different from any bull we’ve known. Bulls are normally more approachable than cows – some Tsavo bulls are happy within 5 -10m of a vehicle, but would flee from anyone on foot. Many more are nervous; some are aggressive; some are so wary that they run from a vehicle almost a kilometer away. Our camp bull, or ‘Chota’ as we came to call him, was happy with people only 5 -10m away, upwind, and on foot.

I didn’t think he came for food or water, instead it felt as if he just liked ‘hanging out’. If a elephant family came past, he’d wander out to greet them. Sometimes he’d go and feed alongside them, and then he’d drift back into camp. It might seem fanciful, but my impression was that he came for company. It felt almost as if he’d adopted us.
Interspecific relationships amongst ‘higher’ mammals are rare in the wild, but not unknown. I only have to think back to my childhood spent on the Fal Estuary in Cornwall, when I met a wild bottle-nose dolphin, known locally as ‘Donald’, who actively sought out human company. There have been others since.


Chota framed by tent

I wondered if perhaps Chota was one of the ‘ex-orphans’ that had been reared by the Sheldrick elephant orphanage. I didn’t think they went back that far, but I checked their records online – the first orphaned bulls raised in Tsavo were in 1987 – the likes of Olmeg, Taru, Ndume, and Dika – but, as elephant society demands, all left the orphanage when they were about ten years old, to join herds of wild young bulls. Most were last seen at least a decade ago.
Chota is in his prime, probably about 30 years old – if he’d been orphaned in 1987, he’d be 27 now … it would explain his ease around humans, but it would be remarkable if he had returned.

Almost all Tsavo bulls have had contact with poachers and bear the scars and arrow wounds to prove it. They’ve grown up in a culture of fear – a fear of our kind.
Traditionally, elephants here were hunted by Waliangulu – hunter-gatherers who used longbows to deliver poisoned arrows. Then came Europeans with guns – now they are poached by Somalis and Wakamba, using both.
The extraordinary thing about Chota is that he doesn’t have a mark on him. His flanks are clean, indicating that he’s never been close enough to poachers to take a poisoned arrow.

I don’t know what Chota’s story is, but I am intrigued. Is he an ex-orphan who, almost thirty years later, has returned to the area that he was raised in?
That would be remarkable – a real success story, and a lasting and living testament to the work of the Sheldrick Wildlife Trust.

If not, he might just be that ‘one in a thousand’ – a wild Tsavo bull who has never encountered humans that have meant him harm. That would be extraordinary.

I will try and find out.



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About Mark Deeble

A wildlife filmmaker in Kenya. My home is in Cornwall. My heart is in Africa. I have a tent in Tsavo. I share it all with Vicky. We are working with an amazing team, making a wildlife feature film -
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24 Responses to Adopted by an elephant

  1. Chris Palmer says:

    Hi Mark, thank you for another beautifully composed and lyrical essay. I look forward to receiving your blog posts and always read them immediately they arrive. I loved your accurate use of the delicious word “crepuscular”!
    All best, Chris Palmer

  2. JO WALSTOW says:

    All I can say is WOW. How wonderful do please keep us posted on his visits. You are very lucky. Thank you Jo

  3. Mirela Mihai says:

    please find out, Mark. this is a fascinating story, clearly out of our very dysfunctional world. please keep posting. your stories are magnificent.

  4. Judy Malone says:

    Hope you are working on a book. Beautiful writing, photography, a
    lways a great pleasure to read. Please do let us know what you discover.

  5. AfricaInside says:

    It is remarkable that he was so trusting of humans to be so close to you. How could that be when surely he has encountered poachers in his life? Or maybe he was raised by Daphne and can tell the difference between bad and good humans. Do you think he needed something from you? Could he have been asking for something from you? Sometime the ex orphans make their way back to Sheldricks place in Tsavo when they are hurt or need something.
    Lori from

  6. Mark Deeble says:

    Lori – that’s what we’ll try and find out. Occasionally the ex-orphans return to their former keepers at Voi to Ithumba, if they are injured or sick. Sometimes they visit just to greet the new arrivals. It may be that he just wants company.

  7. lizk says:

    You make it all so visible Mark, it is such a pleasure and a privilege to read your posts x

  8. Gail Taylor says:

    Mark, what a wonderful experience for you and members of the camp to be in the presence of “Chota”. Thank you for sharing your sensitive words and photographs.

  9. Judy Brey says:

    Thank you for reminding me of the beauty of this very special place. My first trip to Africa was in 1996 when I fell in love with everything about it. I met Daphne and visited her orphanage for the first time where Emily was just a few months old, now an adult living wild with her own calf in Tsavo. I was very lucky to see some of the Sheldrick’s amazing family photographs while working on a project with them; Angela sitting on Rufus the rhino when she was just a child, Daphne standing at her side, gorgeous black and white images of wildlife and the bush taken while on safari back in the early days. After my return home I read The End of the Game, never thinking it could ever come true, the massive loss of wildlife. Now I fear all the former orphans living in Tsavo are in danger once again. Let’s hope all those working so hard really can turn this around and protect our elephant friends like Emily, Nasalot, Mulika and this handsome bull!

  10. Anne Taylor says:

    Wonderfully written as usual and always so exciting to read. Reminds us of our 15 years on Taita when we had the same sort of experiences and that nearness to the animals which you always treasure. Would love to know if he is one of Daphne’s elephants come back to his roots.

  11. Mark, is Chota safe after the carnage of Satao and his group?

  12. Jon says:

    And is it possible Chota came to you already knowing Satao’s fate? He came to you just days later. Might the news have traveled amongst the elephants before it reached humans? It doesn’t seem at all beyond reason that (as Lori noted) Chota knows good humans from bad. Perhaps he came to you out of fear or sadness or to feel safer.

  13. Cannelle says:

    What a lovely post! I am so crazy about elephants and really happy I found your blog with all of these beautiful elephant posts. The photographs are beautiful as well!

  14. Greta says:

    So glad I have found your blog. I wish I could wrap my arms around all these magnificent animals and keep them safe.

  15. Greg K. Mittelman says:

    wonderful story, wonderfully written

  16. Thank You for sharing this blog…… is incredible and I am captivated by just seeing these beautiful photos of this amazing bull. I too want so much to keep these gorgeous beings safe and protected, we must!!

  17. Talia Kipper says:

    I read this story today knowing already from David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust’s update that ‘Chota’ IS indeed ex-orphan Ndume; however it was thrilling none the less. All is there: the attraction, the presence, the energy that flows from the immense creature. Endless thanks to you people for your sacred work in counter-balancing a little of the evil inflicted by humanity on the kingdom of wildlife.

  18. Hi. I discovered your blog through another blogger just this week. Your pictures are amazing, and I enjoyed this post so much. I hope you do learn the true story about Chota, and I hope he continues to spend time with you and your team. Wouldn’t it be terrific to have an elephant in the famly?

    • Mark Deeble says:

      Thanks Sandra! If you check out a more recent post, NDUME : THE STORY OF AN ELEPHANT, we finally found out Chota’s identity. It is now the rainy season and we haven’t seen him in camp for a few days, but he is still around.

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