I snared possum and tried to feed the cubs as a grown tiger might. The one I presented the bait to took it and fed first, whilst the other merely watched. Neither cub fought the other for food. The pair were nothing like dogs, who would attack one another for the greatest share.
I tried to train them to feed themselves with wounded possums from the snare lines but they merely drew sport from the poor creatures.
“No, it is not a toy,” I called out to them, as they shook the possum and passed it between them.
I tired of their play. What if I couldn’t teach these animals to hunt? They wouldn’t last in the wild. I did not want to be the tigers’ defender all my life. I longed to see them roam and hunt without me. How much longer could I keep them this way?
At my lowest ebb, a remarkable thi
